Will You Admit It?

"Do you want to watch your closest companions die one by one?" It must be said that the power in George's words was too provocative. His tone was heavy, and his voice sharp. Just listening to it was enough to rouse the deaf and startle the faint of heart. Lucille took a deep breath, and her hands were involuntarily clenched at her side. George was not wrong. Regardless of whether she wanted to admit it, the figures presented on the screen were indeed of hers and her men. How could that be possible? What premonition or future was this? Just hearing it had absolutely no convincing power! Lucille calmed her mind and spoke, “George, even if what you said is incredibly detailed, I still maintain my stance.” She would not willingly descend to their level. If they expected her to become their puppet, that would be absolutely impossible! As for her men... As the boss of the Flame Army, she would take responsibility for each of her subordinates, and she would do her best to ensure the safety of