The knowledge that Jiang Musheng was a fake made Smith instantly furious.

Not to mention Smith, Ji Fu also cast a suspicious look at Jiang Musheng. Fake?

But he had seen Jiang Musheng and could be sure that the person in front of him was, but... what did Zhuang Mingshou mean?

"Jiang Musheng is a fake?" Baron also changed his expression and turned his head to ask.

The first retreated.

Everyone became a little suspicious.

Is the traitor they caught a fake? Otherwise, why would Zhuang Mingshou retreat.

If it was a fake - Baron's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he roared, "This person is fake, there is no use keeping him..."

Smith also had a cold face. He worked hard for a long time but it was all in vain. He didn't know whether Jiang Musheng was a fake or not.

But if he couldn't lure Zhuang Mingshou in, then keeping Jiang Musheng would be useless to him, and would only cause trouble. At that moment, he looked at Jiang Musheng unhappily and walked over personally.

Jiang Musheng looked at him and his mood changed slightly. He cast his gaze towards Zhuang Mingshou outside.

This guy -

if he doesn't come in, is he really going to watch him get stomped to death?

He wasn't afraid of death, but it wasn't time for him to die yet -

at the door, Zhuang Mingshou looked at him with a wavering gaze, and seeing his urgency, he remained neither hurried nor slow.

"Researcher Zhuang..." The old man's face changed when he saw Smith's action, and he almost cursed: "We agreed before that you can't break your promise. Mr. Jiang took the initiative to expose himself because he believed in you, and we also lost several brothers. We are not afraid of death, but we can't die in vain." However,

no matter how thirsty he was, the leader remained unmoved.

Behind him, Smith had already tried to rush closer to Jiang Musheng, and the dagger in his hand was thrust directly into Jiang Musheng's shoulder blade and then pulled out violently, and blood spurted out.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Musheng's men all changed their faces, and looked at Zhuang Mingshou and Jiang Shang with hatred, which was just tied up, if not tied up, I'm afraid they would rush up to beat people.

Jiang Shang was also a little surprised. He wanted to say that this was not what he meant, but he couldn't explain it.

The pain spread from the wound to his limbs. Jiang Musheng's muscles and bones seemed to twitch, but he held it in tightly. He just groaned, and the blue veins in his neck jumped wildly - it was not that it didn't hurt, but he didn't scream out the pain.

Jiang Musheng was in so much pain that he couldn't help but curse the brat in his heart -

he had a really cruel heart.

Didn't I just hunt you for ten years? Was it? I don't remember!

His eyes began to blur, and his lips began to move - as if he said something.

Smith didn't hear clearly, squinting his eyes to listen carefully, but he didn't understand Chinese, so he could only turn his head and ask Ji Fu, "What is he mumbling?"

Ji Fu glanced at this uneducated and reckless man, walked over - and listened.

Jiang Musheng's consciousness was already blurred -

he muttered, "If you don't move, I really can't hold on any longer."

Move -

who moves? Soon, he got the answer.

When Ji Fu felt something was wrong, he looked outside the tribe, and there was only the empty figure of the old man. The leader had disappeared. Did he retreat? No - no - he looked at the off-road vehicle, and there was no figure of Zhuang Mingshou inside. Did he run away? No, it's impossible.