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Chen Xiaojun's expression and emotions were genuine. After all, Chen Cong and Chen Yu had only been dragged into this because of them.
Of course, on the other hand, without the brothers, Chen Cong might still have gone into the mountains to investigate after the camp was destroyed, but he presumably would not have gone alone.
For Yan Wufeng and his people, this had both advantages and disadvantages.
The advantage was that, sudden though it had been, they had indeed caught the Chen Clan off guard.
The disadvantage was the lack of time. Yan Wufeng had cautiously mobilized some men and thought success was in the bag, yet something had still slipped through the cracks.
Moreover, they had, to some extent, beaten the grass and startled the snake.
Meanwhile, Chen Xiaojun could not help grumbling inwardly again. His great-grandfather truly was first-rate at changing the subject.
If Chen Zixiu had not kept his lips sealed and refused to reveal any specific news about Chen Jin, Chen Xiaojun would have insisted on asking whether that hidden Titled Douluo was Chen Jin.
Chen Zixiu lightly tapped the yellow rosewood table and asked in a deep voice, "Apart from these, has no other news come in?"
Chen Menglin frowned and replied, "There are also some battle reports from other places."
"But this is precisely what makes the Crimson Church such a headache. They fight independently, and there is absolutely no exchange of information between their legions in different regions."
"They have no idea what the others are doing. Even their headquarters is often lost in a fog. Only after receiving reports afterward can they get a rough picture."
"Of course, Yan Wufeng and Youguang Zhou are exceptions. Those two wear the same pair of trousers."
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