The fourth battlefield.
Duan Yuandi was in the bathroom, almost in a dehydrated state.
He was analyzing.
Who the hell would use a laxative like this.
Su Qingfeng?
Although he's a big schemer, he's been more restrained lately and shouldn't be this treacherous.
But that brain-dead Yan Chenyun, could he even think of this?
Let's hold back for now.
Investigate slowly.
Forget it.
What investigation?
Think of a way to handle both of them; neither is any good.
"Has Su Qingfeng not returned yet?"
Duan Yuandi came out of the bathroom and found a major to ask.
Su Qingfeng said he was going for a stroll in the jungle, but Duan Yuandi had a bad feeling.
That old turtle better not have crossed the jungle to the second battlefield to find his son.
At this thought, Duan Yuandi was sweating on his forehead.
"Reporting to the General, Prince Qing has not returned."
The major said.
"General, are you okay? Are you poisoned?"
