In the still night, Duge's sharp senses were magnified manifold, and the conversation among the three people from the Feng family, Feng Shiyi, was clearly heard by his ears.
Damn it!
He hadn't even backstabbed yet, and this bunch had already stabbed him in the back first!
For whom was he fighting so desperately?
There was no honor among thieves.
Of course, Duge also understood their reasoning. For five people to attack a gang like the Iron Palm Gang, renowned for its skilled members, head-on seemed like a fool's dream. It was natural for them not to want to make meaningless sacrifices.
But Duge also had his own difficulties. His keywords were guard and backstab, and if he retreated to the Feng family's Mansion, not only would he fail to protect the Feng family's interests, but he would also lose the chance to backstab them. Who knew what would become of his attributes then?
If they harbored ill will later, he would have trouble even protecting himself.