A burst of laughter erupted from the forest.
Someone asked Johnson, "When are we going out? Doesn't the front need our help?"
Johnson glanced at the swarm of approaching fishermen.
After a moment, he said, "Let's observe for a while and see which side those fishermen are on."
Soon, the fishermen clashed with a few black-clad men at the front.
Although the distance was too far to hear what they were arguing about, Johnson could still determine their stance.
Even if those fishermen weren't summoned by Chen Xi, they were at least not on the enemy's side.
With this judgment, Johnson came up with another bad idea.
Johnson looked at his friends beside him.
As his gaze swept past his friends, he happened to see a guard, looking flustered with his pants held up, heading forward for support.
Johnson then chuckled mischievously and said to the friends beside him, "Seems like the front doesn't need us. Let's go, we'll handle those at the back hill."
