บท 817: Chapter 648: Undersea Tunnel_1

Zhang Chi, that old schemer, obviously knew that the Hand of the Heavens held a grudge against him, but what was he best at?

It had to be riding on others' coattails!

When enemies were around, he'd bark ferociously; once someone wanted to hit him, he'd readily hide behind a mountain, claiming his role was to talk while his wife did the fighting.

This was called division of labor, fundamentally different from the traditional mooching off others—at least, which moocher could be as assertive as him?

After the Hand of the Heavens was repelled, Zhang Chi was naturally elated, howling as he commanded his troops to chase the enemy over a hundred miles before stopping.

The initial victory helped him establish his authority. As a newcomer to management, he couldn't just declare himself a god's consort. His cultivation level was mediocre, and he lacked both the reputation and experience to justify being parachuted in to command.