C3198 The Flames of War Spread

Fan Weiran's voice was low, but everyone's faces darkened. Because what Fan Weiran said was true. It was not to discuss whether to attack or not. It was to decide who would attack together with him.

Obviously, Fan Weiran had already decided.

After a while, the old man who had spoken first smiled bitterly. "Why are you in such a hurry?"

A smile appeared on Fan Weiran's chubby face