"Sure? Sure my ass!"
Zhang Yuting swept the teacup away, spilling scalding tea all over the floor.
His eyes were bloodshot, like a furious lion.
"How many men did we leave in Fengtian City? I took all our elite troops inside the pass!"
"It's all that bastard Chiang Kai-shek's fault! All he knows how to do is compromise! All he knows how to do is back down!"
"I told him more than once that those Japanese devils were treacherous wolves, impossible to tame! He wouldn't listen! And now look—they've gone straight to attacking us!"
The angrier Zhang Yuting got, the harder it was for him to hold back. He kicked the table leg.
"I can't understand it. How dare they attack us? Do they really think my Feng Army is made of clay?"
After a moment of silence, Zhang Fuchen murmured, "Perhaps... it's precisely because the Feng Army has grown strong and well-equipped under the Second Young Master's leadership, and its navy has begun to take shape, that they feel threatened. They want to stake everything on one throw and strike first."
At that, Zhang Yuting froze.
He sank back onto the sofa, the fury in his eyes gradually giving way to deep concern.
That was true.
The tallest tree catches the wind.
The Feng Army's rise had, in the end, provoked that pack of mad dogs.
Just then—
Crash!!!
The entire train car lurched violently, shaking hard!
Everything on the table clattered to the floor.
Caught off guard, Zhang Yuting and Zhang Fuchen were thrown heavily to the ground.
"What happened?!"
Zhang Yuting grabbed the table to steady himself and barked, "Was that an earthquake? Or did the damn train derail?"
From the rear cars came the teeth-grinding screech of twisting metal, and the whole train began to slow