Jian and the others had finally decided on their game plan. He sat cross-legged on the floor, eyeing the glowing map on the table in front of them. The digital layout of the area blinked and shifted in front of his eyes—red dots marking enemy ships, blue dots representing what little manpower they had left.
He glanced at Xing Yu, who stood leaning over the table, seriously analyzing the route Jian had drawn out. The plan was reckless. Jian knew that. Two people couldn't possibly take on an entire army of Graylings. It was bullshit and he had drawn it up knowing exactly that. But Xing Yu didn't point it out. He just nodded and gave small suggestions here and there like he really thought it could work.
Jian sighed and rubbed his forehead. Honestly, he was hoping Xing Yu would reject it. That he would look up, frown, and tell him it was a stupid idea and suggest something else. Jian kept looking up at him, trying to silently beg him to say something.
But the man didn't take the hint.
