"Wang Wenjue, don't push your luck. It's not just your people who have disappeared; we have very few left as well. You despise me for being incompetent, but what about yourself? Besides a stupid brain, what else do you have?"

Song Yu looked at Wang Wenjue, no longer concealing the disgust in his eyes.

"You...you say I'm stupid, but what about you? You're just a self-righteous fool."

Wang Wenjue clenched his fists. What he hated most was being called impulsive and stupid. In private, his brothers in the family, who considered themselves smart, often ostracized him because of this.

Watching the two tear each other apart and accuse each other like shrewish women in the street, Han Shikuan's head pounded, and he regretted coming here even more.

Those who are not valued by their families have a narrow vision and limited perspective; such collaborations are destined to fail.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people around him, Han Shikuan had made up his mind to leave.

So no matter how much the two argued, he didn't bother to stop them and simply turned and left.

It wasn't until the two of them were tired of arguing that they realized Han Shih-kuan was missing. However, they were both angry at the time and neither of them paid any attention, thinking that he would be back soon.

But even as darkness fell, the two still hadn't seen Han Shikuan. In the late autumn night, the cold wind whistled and the shadows of the trees swayed. As the night passed, many more people had disappeared, but Han Shikuan was still nowhere to be seen.

Song Yu walked out of his tent and looked at the silent tent beside him. Even a fool would know that Han Shikuan had left without saying goodbye.

"Go and see if the people Han Shikuan sent are still around." Although he said it, Song Yu had already guessed the answer, but he just wanted to confirm it one last time.

"Oh, our brilliant strategist is awake?" As soon as Wang Wenjue came out, he saw Song Yu's annoying face and couldn't help but make another sarcastic remark.

"Han Shikuan is gone," Song Yu was already in no mood to argue with him. He was already at a disadvantage, and now that someone was gone, his heart sank.

Hearing Song Yu's reminder, Wang Wenjue was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked to the tent where Han Shikuan was staying. Looking at the neatly folded bedding, he found it was really empty. After a moment of stunned silence, he was enraged again.

"What do you call this? Desertion in the face of battle? That Han Shikuan, I really overestimated him, what a shameless scoundrel." Wang Wenjue spat, turned around and came out, looking at Song Yu with a stiff expression.

Although the two disliked each other intensely, neither of them had the heart to argue.

"That little brat Han Shikuan has run away, and our people haven't arrived yet. What should we do now?" After a moment of silence, Wang Wenjue was the first to lower his head.

Although many people say he is impulsive, easily angered, and simple-minded, he also feels that he is not smart enough. Compared to his brothers who are always praised, he is indeed a step behind.

But one thing he was clear about was that a wise man knows when to yield. Right now, the enemy was strong and we were weak, so he didn't hesitate to show weakness when the time came.

Song Yu didn't expect Wang Wenjue to compromise, but the current situation is special and the two of them really need to cooperate well.

"It's already a blessing that Brother Wang is still willing to trust me. Please forgive me for my inappropriate words yesterday." Song Yu said, bowing with his hands clasped in a gesture of apology.

Seeing Song Yu's behavior, Wang Wenjue, though still disgusted with him, put on a fawning smile and returned the greeting with clasped hands.

"I was wrong too, I'm glad you don't mind, Brother Song. I'm just a person who's easily impulsive, but I don't really have any bad intentions. Right now, the important thing is to get down to business."