Li Hu also revealed a rare smile. His eyes flickered as if he was quite interested in annexing the Wang Feng Valley.
"Leader, since we're all our own people here, I'll speak frankly..."
The Cyclops, feeling overshadowed, sought to compensate, "In a month, the big shot in the camp will be leaving..."
"This is something the other four major forces are likely aware of..."
"What the situation in the camp will be by then, none of us knows..."
"Perhaps, the person to in charge of the camp will be chosen from among our five major forces..."
The scholar-clad Old Eight made a point of observing Li Hu's expression.
Noticing Li Hu's impassive demeanor, he sighed inwardly.
He understood that among those present, only Li Hu had been to the camp and was the only one privy to its inner workings.
Whether they had a chance to take control of the camp, Li Hu was well aware.