Why was he making that face?
Beneath Fris's rough, bold features lay a sharp and decisive mind. Because he was sharp, he picked up on a great many details. Yet since there was no need for him to make a quick decision right now, those details clung to his mind like spider silk and flying mosquitoes.
"Tch, what the hell is this?" Fris grumbled, then spoke with Liu Fengming over the Internal Channel. "Do you know what they're saying now?"
"Weren't you the one closest to them just now?"
"I'm farther away now."
A fully armed Deep Blue Walker standing guard and setting up a perimeter on the outskirts was perfectly reasonable. What was he doing squeezing into the crowd to join the excitement?
Besides, whether it was that certain god or An Baizhan, both possessed an Extraordinary Domain. Even if they did not deliberately drive people away, they naturally interfered with nearby information. Eavesdropping was out of the question.
After all that, Fris could only rely on Liu Fengming, the local snake... and Huai City's military-political system, which leaked like a sieve.
Yet Liu Fengming did not continue sharing information. Instead, he asked, "What did you hear when you were close?"
Fris chuckled. "I heard An Baizhan mention the 'Anxia Line.'"
Zhao Xi sighed. "Same old tune. He's probably brought that up eight hundred times already."
"Eight hundred times" was certainly an exaggeration.
The key was not how many times he had raised it, but An Dongsheng's high standing in the military. For the sake of the Northwest Pillar of Heaven's dignity, even if all sides were merely going through the motions, they still had to send out a few survey teams, combat battalions, and the like to make a round along the proposed route, gather relevant data, and