Why confront them head-on?
Why play a game on the opponent's chosen chessboard and by their rules?
If death is inevitable, then… why not be more radical and drag a few more down with us? See if we can pave a way to survival?
Uncertain of who the enemy is, first ascertain who the opponent is.
No road? Then go to the Evil Cult to demand one.
Everyone is used to being the regular army, accustomed to life-and-death struggles, so much so that when the tables turn and they find themselves in the shoes of their former adversaries, they don't think of this tactic that caused them untold suffering, nor can they estimate the wildness of Ji Jue, a habitual offender among the Embers…
In other words, isn't it about time the Evil Cult experienced the pain once endured by the Security Bureau?
The endless mole-whacking, countless wanted criminals, and inexhaustible bandits…
"Is it feasible, Brother Shan?"
Ji Jue looked up and asked.
