C188 Disloyal Plot

Feng Yimo reached out, his fingers brushing over his beard as he contemplated the eight Storage Bags brimming with food. He had intended to present them to the High Priest tonight, yet unexpectedly, he ended up being sold out. Whether by accident or design, he couldn't tell, but it left a sour taste in his soul. It was a stark reminder that playing the good Samaritan wasn't always wise