Winning odds against Far Moon?
Upon hearing this, Tiqie Ji also put down a newspaper, frowned for a while, and then said, "Less than fifty percent!"
"Yes!"
"Hahaha!"
Lin Giant Lei Zhe wasn't surprised by Tiqie Ji's response. Instead, he laughed loudly, "With you leading our elite team, if you can't win against Dojima Yin or Saito Chiyokuro, our fate will be much like Orlando's, either a 3-0 crush or 3-1… In any case, the odds of winning are slim!"
Lei Zhe was very sober and rational, qualities essential for a researcher.
Isn't the Orlando Team strong?
Mars, Leon, Madeline—Lei Zhe knew them too well; leading his own team to victory against them would likely be a brutal fight with unpredictable results. Yet who would have thought that equally matched opponents would simply fall under Far Moon's advancing war machine.
"Far Moon is too strong," Lei Zhe sighed, his gaze flickering as he turned to the man in black beside him.
"Heh heh..."
Tiqie Ji suddenly laughed.
