The sky was just getting light.
Chen Feng's figure appeared in front of Xu Hongzhuang's door, surrounded by the Iron Demon Army. As the highest commander of the camp, Xu Hongzhuang enjoyed the best guards' treatnt.
These people had just experienced a battle, and even though they were extrely exhausted, they remained loyal, guarding Xu Hongzhuang's door. Their waists were straight, and their deanor did not waver. The battle did not instill fear in their hearts; instead, the baptism of blood made this group of warriors stronger.
This is a kind of ntal transformation.
"Lieutenant Chen, this way please."
A fierce-looking warrior, missing a section of an arm, looked at Chen Feng with respect.
This is an excellent warrior.
In a previous battle, he was bitten by a zombie. If it were soone else, they might have been at a loss, but this man decisively took out a dagger and severed the injured part. Everything happened in an instant, the corpse poison didn't even have ti to spread before it was successfully neutralized by the man.
Although he lost part of his arm, he survived.
Gold will shine wherever it is; although missing part of an arm, he did not end his military career. On the contrary, valued by Xu Hongzhuang, he was specially promoted to a sergeant and was responsible for security work.
The man was neither servile nor overbearing. Compared to the sowhat resistant gazes of others, this man missing a palm was more calm and more tranquil.
Chen Feng gave him a satisfied look because, having controlled Xu Hongzhuang, the Iron Demon Army naturally beca his asset. This man is a promising talent. Missing an arm might be a foregone conclusion for others, but Chen Feng had his ways to help the man reclaim his arm.
Sacrifice and summoning.
Though the human hand was gone, Chen Feng could find a new hand for him.
Of course, all this is based on the premise that these people would one day truly pledge loyalty to him. Chen Feng wouldn't do anything futile and unrewarding; he could distinguish between appreciation and recognition.
After a simple report, Chen Feng was led into the room.
Upon entering the inner hall, Chen Feng saw a familiar figure, Wang Feng, representing Qiaodong and contacting Order.
At this mont, he was sitting on the chair, dusty, with a slightly pale face, looking extrely tired. This indicates how hard the journey must have been for a speed-enhanced professional to be so worn out.
Beside him was Xu Hongzhuang with a serious expression. As a major, she had her communication channels. It seed she had already sent her letter to Feng Zhiyong, and he had successfully replied.
"Lieutenant Chen, Major Xu, this letter is entrusted to by Master Zhou Xian; you two must open it personally." Seeing Chen Feng, Wang Feng breathed a sigh of relief and took out the letter from his arms.
Zhou Xian?
It seems that Feng Zhiyong was cautious too, having pushed Zhou Xian out at this ti to prevent any unexpected events. Even Wang Feng had no idea about the real situation.
This is entirely understandable.
Wang Feng's ability isn't notable, though there is no issue with his loyalty. But this matter is special, and Feng Zhiyong didn't dare reveal the true situation to him.
Xu Hongzhuang took the letter, but instead of opening it, said to Wang Feng, "You're weary from the journey. I've arranged a al for you; please go and rest first."
As a symbol of the main combat faction, Xu Hongzhuang had her authority. In front of Chen Feng, she was a female slave, but in the eyes of people like Wang Feng, she was an eminent Major, a Martial God.
Wang Feng, perceptive, showed no discomfort on his face. He nodded and then withdrew.
Only after seeing Wang Feng leave did Xu Hongzhuang open the envelope, only to find a blank sheet of paper inside, without any ink marks.
Is this the response?
Of course not.
Such a confidential reply wouldn't be sent over in black and white; the next mont, Xu Hongzhuang placed her hand on the paper. Energy gradually emanated, and simultaneously, the words on the paper seed to appear out of thin air, flashing one by one.
Zhou Xian spent his life with calligraphy and painting, reaching the Silver Peak. His mastery of words was precise and skillful. Such a thod, Chen Feng had only heard of in past lives, seeing it was a first.
Indeed, one cannot view professionals with conventional eyes.
Xu Hongzhuang unfolded the envelope. There was no long statent; from beginning to end, only eight words were written.
"The day of return, the ti of suppression!"
These words were grand and forceful. Each stroke felt like it was forged by sword and spear, an overwhelming sense of a deep murderous intent emanated from them.
The words were just like the person, fitting Zhou Xian to a tee. Having reached the ripe old age, Zhou Xian's mastery of calligraphy had indeed beco part of his very bones.
Clearly, Feng Zhiyong agreed to the proposal to join forces and suppress Hong Jiuling. And the timing was set for when everyone returned to Qiaodong.
Countless zombies surrounded the stronghold, ultimately suppressed by Xu Hongzhuang. No matter what conspiracy Hong Jiuling had, the survivors in the camp would still need to co out and celebrate when returning.
Just like in ancient tis, when victorious generals returned, greeted by civil and military officials, whether the general's accomplishnts overshadowed the ruler's and evoked the king's murderous intent, the formalities still had to be done. Under such circumstances, even if Hong Jiuling wanted to provoke trouble, he wouldn't choose this mont.
What an opportunity!
No one would expect Feng Zhiyong to suddenly act in such a scene. By then, Chen Feng and Feng Zhiyong would join forces to suppress Hong Jiuling. Even if Hong Jiuling was popular, once he was captured, the leader-less loyalists would be no threat, easily eradicated.
"Here is a bottle of royal jelly. Do not hesitate; make sure to restore your strength as quickly as possible. There will be a fierce battle when we return!"
When Chen Feng ntioned battle, an undisguisable murderous aura erged between his brows, chilling the surrounding atmosphere as if a winter cold wave was approaching.
Chen Feng sought to help Xu Hongzhuang ascend to power, not without reason. He aid to control Qiaodong; Feng Zhiyong and Hong Jiuling were stumbling blocks. If Hong Jiuling was truly killed, the remaining Feng Zhiyong would be no match.
Drive out wolves to swallow tigers.
At this point, Chen Feng and Feng Zhiyong were the wolves, and Hong Jiuling was the fierce tiger. Only by eliminating him could Chen Feng proceed with his plans.
Dostic peace is a prerequisite for foreign affairs.
The swarm was gathering strength; Chen Feng was no short-sighted person. If it was rely a power struggle, he could put aside differences temporarily, even forming alliances. But with the Devil lurking behind Hong Jiuling, as long as he existed, the situation would hold unknown changes.
Both publicly and privately, Hong Jiuling had to die.
Compared to Chen Feng's decisiveness, Xu Hongzhuang's gaze was more complex. She hadn't expected that Feng Zhiyong, who always took a steady approach, would agree to Chen Feng's proposal to join forces against Hong Jiuling.
This completely overturned Xu Hongzhuang's understanding of Feng Zhiyong.
The strange part was that, after this event, Xu Hongzhuang's resistance seed inexplicably diminished. To her, even figures like Feng Zhiyong and Zhou Xian were convinced by Chen Feng, already indicating Chen Feng had so ans of swaying people's hearts.
After all, before coming into contact with Chen Feng, Feng Zhiyong always prioritized the bigger picture, even under suppression from conservatives, never resorting to confrontation or slaughter. Now, not long after Chen Feng arrived, such an important decision was made. If not swayed, then what?
This was a sort of self-consolation or perhaps an escape from reality.
Xu Hongzhuang was hinting to herself to pledge loyalty to Chen Feng, thinking it was because of his high-level ans, not her own faults.
...........
While Hong Jiuling and the others awaited Li Chuan's reply to announce the good news of seizing battle rits, the internal and external forces in the city had already united together.
From the inside out, from the outside in.
This was the alliance of Feng Zhiyong and Chen Feng.
Suppress the conservatives!
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