Zhong Huashan nodded his head, but he did not speak. Actually, he did not really trust Xiang Yu. Even Ding Yongwei had betrayed him, which made it very likely that Xiang Yu had been bought over by the other side.
Otherwise, depending on Ding Yongwei's shrewdness, he must have arranged many spies around; it would have been impossible for Xiang Yu to get in.
Thinking of these, Zhong Huashan grew even more suspicious, and the more he looked at Xiang Yu, the more he felt that Xiang Yu had been sent by Ding Yongwei to deal with him.
"I've already lost contact with the brothers outside. I can't reach them," Zhong Huashan said very seriously.
Seeing the serious expression on Zhong Huashan's face, Xiang Yu knew he certainly did not trust him. Of course, Xiang Yu hadn't expected him to.
Just now, in the restroom, he had heard that Zhong Huashan had everything arranged, yet now he was claiming he couldn't contact anyone—a clear case of lying with his eyes open.
