Internal strife?
Ji Jue was momentarily bewildered.
It seemed almost unbelievable—not because he couldn’t accept the reality, but because it was hard to fathom such a slapdash situation happening...
Faced with overwhelming external pressure, when confronted with the overwhelming power of the Sect, these insignificant rebels were actually starting to fight among themselves?
And the sword was pointed directly at the strongest fighting force within the camp...
No, what kind of “quitting the team” nonsense is this?
Are you both nuts?
“Wait... are you saying it’s really internal strife?”
He looked over at Bao Dacai.
Bao Dacai caught the look in his eyes, and his expression grew even more complicated. “Ah well, I guess so... yeah, internal strife.”
His tone was so casual, as if this was a common occurrence.
Or perhaps it had been expected long ago.
“Slapdash is normal.”
Bao Dacai raised his hand, as if to adjust his glasses, but found nothing there, so he rubbed his eyes instead and let out a faint sigh. “After all, this camp was hastily formed by a few rebel groups merging, so its composition is complicated, and time was too short... And Miss Wen Wen is very fair and doesn’t hide anything, especially when it comes to distributing what gains are made. That’s why she was elected leader. If the time was a bit longer, maybe things could stabilize, but unfortunately...”
He trailed off midsentence, his meaning clear enough.
Just precisely at this critical moment, Wen Wen stubbornly made a sudden decision and, taking most of the main force, ventured at great cost and effort into the angel’s tight encirclement.
The result? They crawled back, battered and humiliated, with nothing but a crippled man who had fallen from a meteor shower.
Heavy losses, and it even endangered the entire camp with the risk of exposure.
“Oh, my bad.”
Ji Jue suddenly realized, sighing.
