"Jiang Chen!" Zhao Wenhao was extremely anxious. He wanted to stop Jiang Chen, but seeing how Jiang Chen resolute was, he didn't. He went on, "You'll lose everything you have."
"I don't care. I need that Black Yellow Gas." Jiang Chen was very calm, which meant he had thought it through.
Zhao Wenhao gnashed his teeth, ran up to Jiang Chen, and said to him in a low voice, "If you have to do this, I can help you, so everything will be done secretly. No one will know."
"You…"
Jiang Chen was struck dumb. He hadn't expected Zhao Wenhao to help him. If what they did was discovered, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Before he could respond, the other two corps commanders and the four battalion commanders came over. They had been smiling, but at the sight of Jiang Chen and Zhao Wenhao, they were struck dumb.
"Did something happen?" the commander of the Shadow Pursuing Troop asked, puzzled.