Inside Xie Chun's stronghold.
The people Gao Shengjie had sent back to deliver the intelligence had returned to base safely. They had also reported everything they'd encountered along the way to Xie Chun without sugarcoating a thing.
After hearing them out, Xie Chun's already gloomy expression darkened further. Old Jian and his three companions still hadn't returned, and Xie Chun had a bad feeling about it. He'd already prepared himself for the possibility that they'd met with trouble.
But even after the news confirmed his suspicions, Xie Chun was still furious. He gently squeezed the wineglass in his hand, crushing it into powder.
"Damn you, Old Jian! Damn you!"
If they'd had an accident or run into a powerful enemy, that would've been one thing. The problem was that, according to the intelligence, the four of them had turned on each other—and the cause of their infighting was a woman!
Though he didn't know exactly who she was, there was no way some lone woman could just show up on Mount Dajin in this day and age.
Xie Chun could figure it out without even thinking. There had to be a scheme behind it. The four of them had probably been lured in by that woman and fallen for her trap.
And yet those four fools had taken the bait. Xie Chun could almost understand if Xiao Ding and Guan Zi, young and hot-blooded, couldn't keep it in their pants and lost their heads at the sight of a woman.
But Old Jian was in his forties. Couldn't he show a little more restraint? Liu Zai Lai wasn't exactly young, either. Did seeing a woman make him forget how to keep his pants on and use his brain?
Xie Chun didn't really care about losing two men, even if Xiao