Everyone thought that Du Chengfeng had probably gone mad.
This was the crucial moment of life and death for Da Chen, with a formidable enemy at the gate. Not only did he ignore the plight of the world, but he was also engrossed in that haunting cat's cradle—certainly not the logic of a sane person. Yet, no one dared to speak of it openly.
The reason? Naturally, it was because they couldn't defeat him. When he wielded enough terrifying power to obliterate all questioning voices, his thoughts were never wrong.
"Moreover, he's not a Chen person."
Facing the not-seen-for-days Shan Bing, Jiang Wenyuan brought this up once more.
"He never considered himself one of us. He has always been a rebel... I remember mentioning this when I went to invite him out. What, did you forget?"
"I..."
Shan Bing still found it difficult to comprehend.
Or perhaps, he was unable to face the disparity.
