Upon hearing Zhang Wenhu, Wen Yu promptly said, "I'm here to check the defensive measures, and I also wanted to ask you for a favor, Brother."
"What is it? Just say the word, little brother, and I'll make sure to get it done!" Zhang Wenhu said with a wide smile.
Wen Yu pondered for a moment, then promptly dragged Zhang Wenhu into a nearby house.
After quite some time, Wen Yu was the first to emerge and directly left the gathering place.
Not much later, Zhang Wenhu emerged from the room, ashen-faced, and issued several orders to Li Shanlin who was beside him.
Hearing Zhang Wenhu's words, Li Shanlin asked in surprise, "Is this really necessary?"
"The situation is stronger than us; what else can be done?" Zhang Wenhu felt a bitter taste in his mouth as he recalled Wen Yu's words—half-gentle, half-firm, or more accurately, commands—from earlier.
Watching Wen Yu's departing figure, Zhang Wenhu muttered to himself, Strength! Strength! Without strength, you are nothing! So…
