Feng Yi planned to encircle his opponent, be it John or Fenny, anyone passing by him would surely be caught between attacks from both front and rear, creating a pincer movement to wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop. As the saying goes, "A single spark can start a prairie fire." With his stubborn spirit that never yielded (sneaky as an old fox), if he could take out one opponent early on, the battles to follow would become much simpler. No matter how he fought, he would always have a way to fight.
Feng Yi's mind raced with calculations, his face showing unwavering confidence and a wicked grin beginning to form at the corners of his mouth. Who would have thought that, in just a few short minutes, both of his squads would vanish into thin air. It felt like he was preparing to whack someone on the back with a brick, only to realize the target was a decoy and instead, he was the one ambushed and hit with a blunt stick from behind.
