Lisa thought for a moment. So Natalie had four years of boxing training and less than three years of real fighting experience. That made her tough for a normal girl. But she couldn't compare to someone from a martial-arts family like Lisa. Lisa frowned. Godfrey was her junior—his skills weren't as good as hers, but he could definitely handle Natalie. Godfrey had some good fighters with him, too. He also had more people. And he brought several guns and a whole truckload of explosives. How could they still fail? Suddenly, Lisa's eyes lit up. Right—the guns. She looked at Philbert. "Their guns aren't ordinary. They're probably submachine guns or assault rifles." Philbert blinked. "But how did they get those?" This is Drakoria, not some shooter game. Lisa said firmly, "Only automatic weapons could let a few people beat hundreds." She smiled greedily. "I could really use stuff like that." The gang's weapons were homemade shoddies. Those could work against knives and clubs. But against rifles or SMGs, they were useless. If Natalie's few people had automatic weapons, they could wipe out Godfrey's 200 men. Lisa pictured having those weapons for her own 200 troops. She would be unstoppable—so long as she didn't fight the government.Philbert guessed her thought and warned, "Ms. Eland, if they have weapons like that, we can't win easily ... " Lisa stayed quiet and frowned. If they rushed in, they might meet the same fate as Godfrey. But the weapons, the rich supplies in Hillside Villa District, and the big houses—those things were too tempting. They couldn't just give up. Lisa thought hard but couldn't find a good plan. Philbert suggested, "Why not be sneaky? Send a few good fighters to slip into Villa 1. Steal their guns, or kill them quietly." Lisa shook her head. "Godfrey brought lots of explosives and still failed. That villa isn't easy to get into." And most importantly, Lisa was the best fighter in the Grayhound Sect. If a risky stealth job was needed, she would have to lead it herself. But the enemy had deadly weapons, and Joe was still young. She wouldn't risk his life on a mission like that. She needed a safer plan. At that moment, Lillian, watching them struggle, brightened up and offered, "I have a good idea." Lisa's eyes lit up. "Tell me." Lillian pressed her lips together. "But first, promise me one thing." Her eyes flicked to the food that had been taken away. Lisa waved for the scraps to be brought back. The men obeyed. Lillian dove back in and ate fast. Derek and the few other human-sheep ate too. After a while, Lillian sat back, rubbing her full belly.Lisa said, "You full? Say it then." Lillian looked up. "You still haven't agreed to my demand." Lisa narrowed her eyes. "I already gave you food." Lillian shook her head. "I didn't mean that." She licked her lips and added shamelessly, "But thank you for the meal." Lisa exhaled. "You really don't fear death, do you ... " Lillian, calmer now, said, "My ask is easy for you. It's no big deal. But my idea is very important." She paused, then added, "You won't think of a better plan." Lisa raised an eyebrow. "You're confident. State your demand." She warned, "If your idea is worthless, I won't spare you." Lillian smiled. "Don't worry." She went on, "I want you to free us. Free my whole family, including my daughter. She wasn't with me. I don't even know where your men took her." Lisa glanced around. "Who brought them here?" Lillian, afraid her filthy look might make them doubt her, hurried to explain, "The three of us were captured on Greenhaven Mountain." At the mention of Greenhaven Mountain, someone nearby stood and said, "We brought them back."