In the chaos, Ning Fan stood solemnly atop the trunk of a large tree, indifferently watching the scene before him.
The entire camp had been directly destroyed by the forest pythons.
In this world, it's survival of the fittest, and sometimes, cunning is also a form of strength!
He turned around, took a look at the night sky, with no further attachment, and his figure unfolded, rapidly disappearing into the night.
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At the airport, on a private plane, Chen Fengnan frowned and sat seriously on a genuine leather seat, looking at the red wine in his hand, slowly swirling it, but he had no intention of drinking it.
The Four King Kongs didn't dare to speak, standing to the side watching Chen Fengnan.
This trip, the business deal hadn't been successful, and on top of that, he might have lost a friend like Ning Fan.
Chen Fengnan couldn't see through Ning Fan, but he could tell that although he might not be a good person, he wasn't a completely unredeemable bad one either.
