Knowing history, knowing what will happen in the future.
Naturally, Zhao Feng had to make plans.
Of course.
It was only after truly setting foot in the main battle camp that Zhao Feng began to think this way. Perhaps this is just how different positions create different opportunities.
In the Logistics Army, there was simply no such chance to vie for power.
Zhao Feng's slaying of Bao Yuan and his son was something the Logistics Army could never have had a hand in; perhaps this really was luck at play.
"As long as you understand, that's enough."
"At first, I held no hope for the future, but now I do." Wei Quan fixed his gaze on Zhao Feng, his eyes filled with resolve: "You're the one I was assigned, and you saved my life. No matter where you go in the future, I will follow you."
Hearing this,
Zhao Feng's lips curled into a genuine smile. "I couldn't wish for anything more."
