One small-time leader looked at Chan Wei Hua and said, "Brother, Yue Zhong’s army is too fearsome. We’re not his match. Most of the Alliance’s fighting force had been annihilated, even Zhang Jian Xing had died. There’s no hope in staying here, let’s flee! With our strength, even if we leave here, we can find a corner to live it out well!"
"That’s right! Brother, Yue Zhong is truly too powerful, we’re not his match! Let’s flee!"
"Yea, Brother. If you’re worried about the rations, we can go and steal some before leaving."
"...."
One by one, the various ringleaders spoke up, none of them were willing to stay behind to fight it out with Yue Zhong.
Chan Wei Hua listened to them and his eyes lit up. He knew that it was suicide intending to fight against Yue Zhong. However, he had over 40 beauties under his wing. As for the rest of them, some had at the very least one or two, while the most could have a dozen. If they were to all flee, just their women would reach a few hundred.
