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Chen Xiaojun's expression and emotions were real. After all, Chen Cong and Chen Yu had been dragged into this because of them.
Of course, to put it another way, if not for the brothers, Chen Cong might have gone into the mountains to investigate because the camp had been destroyed, but he most likely would not have acted alone.
For Yan Wufeng and the others, this matter had both advantages and disadvantages.
The advantage was that, although it had happened suddenly, it had indeed caught the Chen Clan off guard.
The disadvantage was that time had been tight. Yan Wufeng had steadily mobilized some manpower and thought he had it in hand, but in the end, something had still gone wrong.
Moreover, it had somewhat alerted the enemy.
At the same time, Chen Xiaojun could not help grumbling again that this great-grandfather of his truly had first-rate skill when it came to changing the subject.
If Chen Zixiu had not kept completely tight-lipped with him and refused to reveal any specific news about Chen Jin, he would have had to ask whether that hidden Titled Douluo was Chen Jin.
Chen Zixiu lightly tapped the Yellow Pear Wood desk and asked in a deep voice, "Aside from these, has no other news come in?"
Chen Menglin frowned and replied, "There are still some battle reports about other places."
"However, this is exactly what makes the Crimson Church so troublesome. They fight independently, and information between the legions in different regions is completely disconnected."
"They have no idea what the others are doing. Even their main altar is often completely in the dark. Only after receiving post-incident reports can they get a general idea of the situation."
"Of course, Yan Wufeng and You Guangzhou don't count. Those two