A great battle had ended, and Feng Shiyi and the others each went to rest, bandage their wounds, and prepare for the upcoming battle, leaving Duge and Wang San alone. At this point, there was no point in monitoring them any longer.
After changing into dry clothes, Wang San picked up a piece of pastry from the table and swallowed it in a few bites. Savoring the taste, he licked his lips and asked, "Are we really going to assassinate Qiu Yuanlang?"
"Of course," Duge nodded. "You grow, I grow, why not? It's better to deal with a hidden danger than to be chased across the world, right?"