Old Seven had his own considerations, but Mu Yu was directly pissed into laughing. "Do I look that easy to push around?"
"Not really," Granny Jia looked at her and spoke weakly, "they just think both of us are easy to push around."
Since their own side had already taken control of the enemy's starship, there was no need to be polite anymore.
—They'd already given the other side a chance. Too bad these days, there are way too many people who don't know how to cherish it.
Hearing her say that, the two crew members frowned, raised their guns, and pointed them at the two women, tense and wary.
Old Seven's hand also went to the hilt at his waist, but he didn't draw the blade.
He waved his hand to stop his people from acting impulsively, then looked at Granny Jia and spoke, thoughtful.
"You two actually aren't worried about becoming hostages… so your status isn't that high?"
