"Why do you say that?" Elizabeth asked.
"Lisa, we know you have a great relationship with Ange, and likewise, so do I." Pompeii was far more polite facing the lady, standing up to execute an elegant gentleman's bow. "I believe in Ange's capability; even if he goes into battle alone, it's equivalent to an army of thousands. But solo bravery doesn't mean absolute infallibility. This time he lost the final Dragon Backbone Cross. If he had taken the Secret Party's army with him, what could Han Gao even do? Could he snatch it from us? He couldn't. When it comes to political scheming, Han Gao might amount to something, but when it's about risking your life, who dares to play for keeps with the Secret Party?"
The elders present exchanged glances. They did not agree with Pompeii's assessment—Han Gao was by no means an opponent as simple as he made him out to be. Still, this was just the kind of thing a guy like Pompeii would say. What they cared about more right now was what Pompeii intended to express next.
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