Gao Yang couldn't quite identify his feelings, as the very target he had always intended to capture alive was now at the bottom of the river, ship and all, courtesy of the troop he had sent to cut off the escape route.
Looking at Gao Yang, who seemed as if he had swallowed a fly, Nate Schumacher shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Hey, buddy, now it's time for you to make a choice. If you plan to annihilate us, I won't mind. We each go back, and then carry on fighting. Oh, I can guarantee no attacks for half an hour—you can have another go with artillery preparation."
"What's the other choice? Can we not fight?"
Nate Schumacher nodded and said, "Normally that wouldn't be okay, but you're quite interesting and I don't want you to die so soon. We can have a truce, you leave a path open, and we leave by boat. Oh, and if you're thinking about a truce, then we can have a longer chat, which is a good choice."