Before Ray lost his temper, Benjamin Franklin put a stop to the pointless conversation.

　　“Let's put an end to the matter of William White. There's no need for internal strife over this. The real question is what we should do next.”

　　Island Girl said with clear displeasure, “I don't know. Go ask that know-it-all. I just follow orders.”

　　Benjamin Franklin was completely unfazed by Ray's attitude.

　　“I'd also like to hear Mr. Smith's opinion. Among us, it's obvious he's the most confident.” Blake White suggested.

　　With everyone's eyes on him, Mr. Smith dropped his usual flippant smile and spoke seriously: “Confident might be an overstatement. I just know a bit more about Wendy Green than you do. As for Wendy Green, looking at his resume alone is meaningless. Superstar-level super soldiers are everywhere, but he's a bit different. To put it simply, I think with our current strength, any action involving force would be sheer folly. Whether it's a frontal assault or a sneak attack, it's just asking for death.”

　　Kingston was a bit unconvinced: “Aren't you exaggerating a bit?”

　　“Exaggerating? How much do you know about Wendy Green to say I'm exaggerating? Three days. It's been three days since The Galaxy Club hired you and shared the initial intel on Wendy Green. Have any of you actually investigated him?”

　　The group looked at each other, but no one answered.

　　Everyone understood the principle of knowing yourself and your enemy to be invincible in battle. Over the past few days, they'd each tried to gather information on Wendy Green, but had come up with very little.

　　Benjamin Franklin said coldly, “It's precisely because intel on super soldiers is hard to come by that I hired you to join the team. Now's your chance to prove your worth.”

　　Mr. Smith said, “It's hard to gather intel on Wendy Green because he's a superstar-level super soldier carefully protected by the Huaxia government. And the reason he became a superstar-level super soldier is that, during the Sirius War, he protected General Nancy Wood and survived twenty-three assassination attempts by the Grant's Black Guard. Nineteen of those times, Wendy Green took the initiative to eliminate the Black Army assassins and neutralized the threat in advance. He's flawless as a bodyguard, and his greatest strength is striking first. When you think he's exposed a weakness, that's usually when your death is imminent.”

　　After this explanation, everyone wore different expressions, but all were heavy with concern.

　　During the Sirius War, Huaxia and Kyle Grant mobilized millions of troops for a galactic battle. Huaxia had the upper hand in both national strength and military power, but Kyle Grant repeatedly turned the tide with the brilliance of the Black Army, assassinating Huaxia's top generals and plunging the war into stalemate time and again. After that war, Kyle Grant was defeated, but the Black Army became famous throughout the world. Huaxia's super soldiers were invincible on the front lines, but their own backyard was constantly set ablaze, leaving them humiliated.

　　Who would have thought that Wendy Green had faced the Black Army head-on in such an environment and emerged victorious? No wonder he was promoted to three stars at such a young age. Clearly, this honor wasn't just a result of connections—it was earned through true skill. Facing an opponent like this, whether by direct assault or ambush, would indeed be suicide.

　　And if it's suicide, is there any point in continuing this mission? They were hired by The Galaxy Club for money, not to die. If The Galaxy Club insists on Miss Bennett's head, let them risk their own lives for it!

　　But just as everyone was wavering, Benjamin Franklin broke the silence: “You must already have a plan, right?”

　　Mr. Smith smiled. “Of course I do. In fact, it's quite simple: make Wendy Green and Miss Bennett break up.”

Chapter Six: Let Me Win by a Narrow Margin

　　“In the end, the root of the problem isn't how powerful the super soldier Wendy Green is. The Galaxy Club's bounty is for Miss Bennett's head, not Wendy Green's. If it weren't for Miss Bennett falling in love with him at first sight, we wouldn't even need to worry about the super soldier. As long as those two break up, all our problems are solved.”

　　After he finished, everyone fell silent.

　　Mr. Smith's logic was so straightforward that no one could find a reason to refute it, but at the same time, no matter how they thought about it, the plan seemed utterly ridiculous.

　　Kingston, Blake White, and Ray—three S-class experts from the underworld, each with their own full team, more than capable of acting independently—were now supposed to team up to break up a couple? That was just absurd...

　　“Absurd? I think going head-to-head with a super soldier is what's truly absurd. And do you really think breaking up a couple is easy? I'm afraid the Capulet and Montague families wouldn't agree, nor would the The Carter Family and The Turner Family. If it were that easy, I could do it solo and wouldn't need to share the bounty with anyone.”

　　After speaking, Mr. Smith lowered his voice: “Those two lovebirds are in the throes of passion, can't get enough of each other. You were all young once—ask yourselves, what were you like when hormones were raging and you were making vows of eternal love? Breaking them up is no easy task. This is a team mission, and we all need to give it our all.”

　　Kingston scratched his head, looking a bit troubled. “But how exactly do we do it? It's not like we were rated S-class for being good at breaking up couples.”