Given their past distrust of Feng Dengfeng's character, their first instinct was not to believe him. They thought he was up to some trick and certainly wasn't bringing them any good news.
But the way Feng Dengfeng was shouting himself hoarse didn't look fake.
Taishan frowned. "Old Wu, what does he mean by that? Is he deliberately acting weak to throw us off?"
He hadn't taken part in the dispute between Feng Dengfeng and Wu Degang from the start, so he still didn't fully understand what had happened.
Wu Degang was just as confused. Looking grim, he said, "Could he know we're after that batch of supplies and be saying this on purpose to make us give up on it?"
Someone else might not do such a thing, but Feng Dengfeng was the kind of old fox who absolutely would.
Maybe this little act of suffering could really fool them?
Wu Degang viewed Feng Dengfeng with the utmost suspicion.
Feng Dengfeng's words had failed to draw Wu Degang and Taishan out of hiding, and he was clearly growing annoyed.
"Old Wu, are you still dreaming about that huge batch of supplies at a time like this?"
Feng Dengfeng had originally meant to argue with Su Lezhen, but those words had irritated him.
Feng Dengfeng looked around and saw several places in the core area ablaze, their flames turning the breaking dawn red.
It would be one thing if it were some unknown underling, but Sister Fan was the head of the Female Camp and Wu Degang's staunch ally.
"Old Wu, Taishan, can't you see what's happening? Someone is deliberately stirring things up from the shadows, fanning the flames and sowing discord, trying to make us suspect and fight each other."
Every side had suffered heavy losses, the core area was