"There will be all sorts of gunners crossing the ocean to come here and shoot at us. As long as he is alive, there will always be gunners coming..."
"And we, we can't return to Sumuli Island to start a war, nor would there be so many people to support us."
From this perspective, it is indeed a question about survival and the future, a problem that must be resolved.
"Alright, I won't say anything more, wish you success."
Alberto raised his glass and clinked it with Lance's, "If anything happens to me..."
He hesitated for a moment, "Let Francisco temporarily give up everything now, lie low, and wait for a new opportunity."
"I've already talked to him, during this time, it'll be up to you to take care of things."
Lance clinked his glass with his, "Leave it to me."
He drank the wine in his glass in one go. Even though the wine was ice-cold, he exhaled a breath of burning heat, "Refreshing!"
