Hearing Ou Chen's words, Jiang Wencheng and Zhu Changfeng's eyes flickered, but they didn't rush to refute him.
In their opinion, Link and the others—who had entered the camp—were already fish on the chopping board. They had no choice but to be slaughtered by them.
They no longer needed to make up a story, and they had no need to refute anything.
Jiang Wencheng scrutinized Ou Chen, looking at him up and down, and said with a smile, "Yes, it seems like you knew of our plan."
"Let me think about it; when did we slip up?" Jiang Wencheng muttered to himself, turning his head to ask a subordinate. "Are all the teams I sent back?"
The young man named Zhao Qinghe thought for a while and then shook his head. He said respectfully, "The vast majority of the teams have returned. Only one team from Quicksand City hasn't returned. They were sent to Unfallen City."
Jiang Wencheng's eyes glinted. "Oh, my team was intercepted by you then? No wonder."
