"Hey, Minister, I'm already at the camp gate, but I can't get in."
"From now on, for safety's sake, no one from outside is allowed in. We have to hold our ground here at all costs."
"Minister, I have urgent intel." Feng Yao could already tell from Cai Qidong's tone that something had gone wrong.
Feng Yao's words landed in Cai Qidong's heart—the importance of the intel was top priority.
His determination to defend to the extreme began to crack.
This was exactly what the Fake Mo Zhicheng had planned for—taking advantage of their actions and pushing them to the extreme.
When the very foundation had issues, Cai Qidong, who already felt something was off, immediately caught on.
"No... no! Damn it, we've been played!"
Cai Qidong looked around at his men—some were already asleep, while others were wide-eyed and alert, ready to burn themselves out for the mission.
Cai Qidong walked out of the command tent and looked outside—more people asleep inside the other tents.
