"No!"
"I'm certain that our whereabouts have been exposed."
Qin Feiyang stepped out of the thicket, his eyes gleaming intensely.
"If so, why don't they strike?"
"Do they think they can't kill us and don't want to stir things up, so they've gone to seek help from Mo Wushen and his companions?" Fatty expressed his bafflement.
"I don't think so."
Qin Feiyang shook his head.
Fatty furrowed his eyebrows, then his eyes brightened, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be that they're also discontented with Mo Wushen and his crew and pretending not to have spotted us?"
Qin Feiyang said, "You're not completely daft. Indeed, they are showing goodwill to us."
"Showing goodwill?"
"If so, why don't they discuss it with us face-to-face? We might even collaborate." Fatty was puzzled.
"Because they dare not."
"Mo Wushen and his two companions are War Ancestors. They don't believe I can defeat the trio, so they don't dare to gamble."
