Chu Han stared at Duan Jiangwei as if he were looking at a monster. No matter how hard he thought, he could not figure out why this guy had come—and why he had been assigned to the same group as him.
"Why are you looking at me?" Duan Jiangwei glanced at Chu Han, then folded up his outer robe and placed it neatly beside him. Somewhat curiously, he muttered to himself, "This is my only night outfit. It won't get stolen if I leave it here, right? If we leave later, will it come out with me?"
"You're seriously such a nag..." Chu Han ground out through clenched teeth. Then he suddenly stepped forward, drew a dagger with a swish, and held it to Duan Jiangwei's throat. "Talk! Who tipped you off? Whose man are you? If you don't answer, I'll kill you!"
Duan Jiangwei! Of all people, Duan Jiangwei had come!
Chu Han's mood was utterly wretched. The plan he had painstakingly arranged had become completely useless the instant this man appeared!
Duan Jiangwei was the leader of Duan Family Base. Naturally, like Chu Han, he was a Huaxia general. By all rights, they should have belonged to the same faction. But in this post-apocalyptic age, even the most basic systems of the civilized era were gone. How could there still be an absolute shared faction?
Even those people in Shangjing had tripped Chu Han up more than once!
Besides, even if Spike and Duan Family Base were allies, that did not mean Chu Han and Duan Jiangwei were allies.
Chu Han had too many secrets—more than anyone could count. There was not even a single person by his side who fully understood what he possessed or what he was plotting. Most importantly, his secret dealings with King Hunter