Deputy Camp Commander Zhou had no qualms whatsoever about turning on Xie Chun. When it came to staying alive, so what if he sold out Xie Chun? So what if he sold out the entire base?
At the end of the day, Zhou didn't think he owed Xie Chun anything. Compared to everything he'd done for the base, the compensation he'd received was nowhere near enough. Deep down, he believed the base owed him, and Xie Chun owed him—not the other way around.
Otherwise, with his abilities, why hadn't he become a camp commander? Why had the position at Jiazi Camp gone to Gao Shengjie instead of him?
"What are you still standing around for? Do you expect me to send eight sedan chairs to carry you over before you'll fight?" Jiang Ying had been watching the battle without joining in, and she was clearly displeased.
Deputy Camp Commander Zhou smiled ingratiatingly. "Miss, I've been observing Xie Chun. If I don't make a move, I won't make one at all. But when I do, I'll make sure it hurts. If my first strike fails, things will get a lot harder afterward."
Jiang Ying didn't argue. Under normal circumstances, Zhou's methods would certainly be able to hurt Xie Chun. But if he failed to catch him off guard, and Xie Chun became wary, it wouldn't be easy to keep up the pressure and make his attacks count.
Meanwhile, Xie Chun was already struggling against Jiang Du and Dong Qing's pincer attack.
Deputy Camp Commander Zhou watched for a moment, then his body rapidly phased in midair, turning into wisps of mist before disappearing.
Suddenly, several bubbles burst out of thin air along Xie Chun's leaping path, crashing toward the trail of green light.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bubbles were explosive. When