They lay on the ground, discussing.
Not daring to get up, nor having the strength to do so, they just waited for Chen Wei to be crippled by the Warlord and thrown out.
Seeing Chen Wei's miserable state would vent the anger in their hearts.
Elsewhere.
Chen Wei hadn't gone far.
He suddenly stopped.
Turning his head, his gaze shifted toward the distance.
Even though it was night, and not as clear as during the day,
Chen Wei still keenly caught the faint glimmer of a sniper rifle's scope through the moonlight.
This guy?!
Behind the sniper scope, Zhao Dongyang felt panic when he saw Chen Wei looking straight his way. The last of the Four Great War Generals didn't understand how Chen Wei could see him from such a distance.
Coincidence?
Zhao Dongyang couldn't convince himself it was just a coincidence.
Because Chen Wei's actions were as if he knew Zhao was right there, looking straight over, without shifting his gaze.