On the other side, Chen Shurui let out a long breath. "Third Great Uncle, you finally made it."
Chen Mu smiled faintly, his gaze deep and amused. "Looks like you'd already noticed."
Chen Shurui nodded. "Sixth Brother had us check the scene at Eagle Beak Peak. We're young and inexperienced, but we could still tell those wolf bandits died from sharp weapons like blades and swords."
He paused, then continued, "And compared with blades, I'm more inclined to think they were sword wounds."
"To make four or five hundred wolf bandits die silently in such a short time, without even us, who were right nearby, noticing—methods like that are probably beyond even a Soul Douluo."
"And the four of us, especially our Sixth Brother, this minister of the Management Department, were teaming up and entering the mountains for the first time. It'd be strange if they were completely at ease."
Chen Bin, who shared a strong tacit understanding with him, added, "Clan Leader, Grand Elder, and Dean Chen all had important duties and couldn't spare themselves. Only Third Great Uncle, who was responsible for linking up the people on all sides, had the time to come."
Chen Mu chuckled. "Heh, you're all smarter than I am, each one of you slyer than foxes."
Chen Shurui teased, "Fifth Brother, stop pretending. Aside from Sixth Brother, you're the craftiest one here. You saw the clues long ago, and you played along with Sixth Brother so well the whole way."
Chen Bin said solemnly, "That wasn't acting. It was plotting!"
Chen Mu's eyelids flipped up, his eyes practically rolling into the sky, looking just like a clownfish that had been amused. He sighed leisurely, "Oh my, Sixth Child, oh Sixth Child, this is you tearing down the stage like a thirty-year professional—building the