Knowing history meant knowing what was to happen in the future. Zhao Feng naturally began to devise a plan.
Of course, it was only after truly entering the main camp that Zhao Feng started to think this way. Perhaps different places truly did create different opportunities. In the Logistics Army, there was never a chance to compete for power and authority. Zhao Feng's beheading of Bao Yuan and his son was an assignment that would normally never fall to the Logistics Army. Perhaps it was truly a stroke of luck.
"It's good that you understand," Wei Quan said, gazing at Zhao Feng with determination. "Originally, I didn't hold much hope for the future, but now I do. I was the one who recommended you for promotion, and you're the one who saved my life. From now on, no matter where you go, I will follow you."
Hearing this, Zhao Feng broke into a sincere smile. "I couldn't ask for more."
