Internal strife?

Ji Jue was dazed for a moment.

It seemed unbelievable, not because it was hard to accept reality, but because it was difficult to believe that such a slapdash situation could occur...

Faced with such overwhelming external pressure and the overwhelming strength of the cult, the insignificant rebels were starting to fight amongst themselves?

Moreover, the sword was pointed directly at the strongest combat force in the camp...

No, what kind of 'exit party' plot is this?

Are you thinking clearly?

"Internal strife?"

He looked at Bao Dacai, who understood his gaze, and his expression grew increasingly subtle: "Ah, it's probably that...internal strife."

The tone was so calm, as if it were a common occurrence.

Or maybe, it was expected.

"Being slapdash is normal."

Bao Dacai raised his hand, seemingly subconsciously to adjust his glasses, but found nothing, so he rubbed his eyes with a soft sigh: "After all, the current camp is made of hastily merged rebel teams, the components are rather complex, and the timing is unfortunately too short... Meanwhile, Miss Wen is the most fair in her work, never hiding or covering up, and she has never kept distribution of benefits private, which is why she was chosen as Commander.

If given more time, perhaps things could stabilize, but unfortunately..."

He spoke halfway, without beginning or end.

But sometimes, half is enough for Ji Jue to understand.

——At this critical juncture, Wen Wen suddenly decided to act on her own, taking most of the main force with her, sparing no effort nor cost to break through the tight encirclement of the angels.

As a result, they dug out a crippled human rod from the meteorite that fell from the sky and returned in humiliation.

The losses were severe, putting the entire camp at risk of exposure.

"Oh, it's all my fault."

Ji Jue realized, sighing.

In order to rescue me, they lost too many people, thus unable to suppress the internal backlash and division...

At this moment, Ji Jue stood by the window, silently observing the faces, discerning their expressions: the anger of losing relatives, betrayal of trust, bewildered wandering, more hesitation, and even uncertainty about what's ahead...

Until everyone's voices suddenly halted.

In the building at the camp's center, the conference room door swung open, and a slender figure stepped out from the flickering lights, expressionless.

After a sleepless night, she seemed somewhat fatigued, but there was no panic or wavering.

Calmly, she gazed at everything before her.

Finally, her gaze fell on the person standing at the highest point in the crowd, shouting, and asked coldly: "Lu Ming, haven't you had enough?"

Just those few words made the previously simmering crowd fall into stagnation once more.

That level of prestige and popular support was indisputable.

It's a pity...

"You're still too soft-hearted, Wen."

Ji Jue sighed softly.

Indeed, her straightforward and bright style and decisive personality are what Ji Jue respects about her the most. You never have to worry about her betraying you, never have to worry about her wavering; she'll always be there when you need her, yet will never bring any unnecessary trouble...

But the regret is, such a person could make Beishan Group a warm little nest, but it's difficult to suppress the human hearts that fluctuate under the crisis of life and death.

In Ji Jue's case, there's no need to waste words with this kind of trash.

I thought it was just a speed bump; Coastal Industry isn't easy either.

If there's something to say, go talk to my underground assembly line!

"Messing around? Who's messing around, is it me!"

The man called Lu Ming flew into a rage: "Was it me acting alone, losing half of the camp's manpower? The camp's most precious combat power either died instantly, requiring lengthy revival, or were captured and sent to Border Prison, enduring torment forever!

And what did you bring back? Some cripple from God knows where! Isn't this all caused by your autocracy?

Don't you think you owe everyone an explanation?!"

"Indeed."

Wen Wen answered resolutely with no hint of wavering: "But everyone's sacrifice has value."

"Ha! You still refuse to face reality now, spreading such tall tales!"

Lu Ming roared, inciting more righteous indignation: "Linka was brainsick to believe you, do you think everyone would believe such absurd claims!

In the end, is he a savior or your lover? Do you really think everybody's a fool!"

"Lu Ming——"

In that instant, Wen Wen's expression gradually turned icy: "Once some words are spoken, you should know what the consequences will be, right?"

If previously, as a leader, she endured losses with remorse, now, fists were clenched without restraint.

The sound of breaking echoed, like the air was mourning.

Lu Ming instinctively took a step back, then his face adopted a mocking expression: "What's the matter, hit your soft spot? Want to strike? In the end, besides striking, you have no leadership ability at all; others might foolishly...fear you, but I...but I...what the heck are you doing?! Don't pat!"

Lu Ming turned angrily, glaring at the figure who kept patting his shoulder since the beginning.

But instantly, he froze in place.

In the sunlight rising with the dawn, a pitch-black shadow cast over his head.

The visitor's body was towering, like mountain peaks.

That handsome face was so young, yet still bearing cracks like stone fissures, with flickering light within the cracks, eerie yet sternly cold.

Like a divine idol gazing down from the altar.

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