No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1605: Chances of Winning

She frowned, her body adorned with dazzling gems, her dress exquisite, a princess unaware of worldly affairs forever.

But Wayne Lane was tired, too tired to even deal with her, "Emma, go back to your room immediately."

He stated calmly, but the repressed anger in his words was audible to anyone.

Emma noticed it too; she stomped her foot in anger, her voice also dissatisfied, "I’m just worried about your injuries, why are you being harsh?"

She was a princess, used to being indulged, and her patience had its limits, even when feigning gentleness.

Today, everyone present was a captain of Mech Warrior teams, yet no one dared to speak against the princess.

After all, she was the future heir to the empire, who would dare to offend her?

At the critical moment, it was Sheffield Benedict who spoke, "Emma, you go back to your room first, and after we finish talking, I will ask Wayne to come and see you, alright?"

His voice was gentle, soothing.

Wayne Lane frowned directly, though he did not agree internally, he didn’t say anything else.

Emma looked around at everyone else and then at Wayne Lane, and despite her reluctance, she had no choice but to leave.

But before she left, she didn’t forget to remind, "Brother Wayne Lane, remember to come and see me later."

Wayne Lane did not respond, turning to look at the map behind him, his face serious.

Half an hour later, this emergency meeting was adjourned, and as they left the room, the captains of the Mech Warrior teams were still discussing the newly arrived cadets from the Mech Academy.

Their conversation carried a slightly relaxed tone.

Sheffield Benedict sat back in his chair, his posture more relaxed than before, "These people, even in a crisis, still find the leisure to discuss these things."

The loud discussions outside could still be heard through the room.

Wayne Lane remained noncommittal and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Sheffield looked over.

Wayne Lane walked to the door and didn’t go out but instead closed the door.

Sheffield Benedict slightly raised his eyebrow, intentionally asking, "Aren’t you going to find Emma?"

Wayne Lane walked back and sat down, his face not as solemn as before but still deeply furrowed, "She’s making a fuss, and you join her in that?"

In front of Wayne Lane, Sheffield Benedict lost the gentle demeanor he had in front of others, his eyes lazily defiant, "She’s a princess, how could I possibly oppose her?"

He finished speaking, then smiled.

Wayne Lane showed no expression, "What’s most important now is our next move."

The wanderers have already approached the border, one more step and they would truly enter the empire’s territory. The situation is very severe.

Sheffield naturally knew this too, he straightened up slightly, losing his earlier casualness, "What do you plan to do?"

Wayne Lane looked down at the map spread out on the table.

On the map, the areas marked in red, almost all occupied by the wanderers, covered a large area, all significant locations.

This battle could be said to have started with little chance of victory.

"We might not win." Precisely, they would lose.

Such a statement from Wayne Lane, known as a god of war commander, essentially represented the final outcome.

Sheffield reined in his expression, but his lips still curved slightly, "What are the odds of winning?"

Wayne Lane looked up, his eyes solemn and serious, "Less than 20%."

Outside, the cold wind blowing under the night sky carried a fine drizzle, the temperature dropping suddenly, colder than the previous days.

This was bound to be an extremely difficult battle.