Chapter 2775: Take the Initiative! There Is No Other Choice Now!

He didn't care about the doubts of others, nor did he care about those betrayals; at least Wang Canghai could now devote himself wholeheartedly to everything he had to do, and having a small squad like Wang Hu's was already enough.

And at this moment, when Mr. Wang saw this scene, his expression indeed froze, and at the same time a glimmer of hope reignited in his heart; he felt this was the chance heaven had given him, because with Archaeology Team One in this state, Zhang Lin now had only two choices.

Either he would go straight to the point—Zhang Lin would directly contact Wu Ya through the simplest method, then have him pass the phone to Fatty; whether it was a furious tirade or cutting straight to the heart of the matter, in any case, as long as Zhang Lin spoke up, everything would return to a very peaceful situation.

That was one option.

The second was the hope Mr. Wang felt he had seen; he had not forgotten that he still had a group of people hidden in the shadows, ready to appear at any moment.

Earlier he had even suggested letting these people play the role of mediators, but Zhang Lin had outwardly agreed only to refute it immediately afterward.

At first, Mr. Wang had assumed Zhang Lin was merely feinting, hoping to use such a method as a feint—meaning the choice he made was mostly for show, performed for Wang Canghai's benefit. But over the past ten-plus minutes, Mr. Wang's thinking had undergone a significant shift.

The reason lay in Wang Canghai's current location; according to the intelligence he had received, Wang Canghai had already reached the hinterlands of Mount Kelami, and under this premise, the livestream signal should already be lost.

Even taking a step back and assuming Wang Canghai really was still watching the livestream through some method, what he would be focused on at this point would still be the Archaeology Team Two livestream, and absolutely not Archaeology Team One.

The logic here was very simple: even if Wang Canghai could afford not to care about anything else, at the very least he had to take responsibility for every step he was currently taking; since that was the case, he should know better than anyone where his focus ought to lie.

It was definitely not on Archaeology Team One's side, but rather on Archaeology Team Two led by Yang Lu.

Once there was any movement on Archaeology Team Two's side, Wang Canghai could at least use a similar method to compare, and then formulate a response. However, instinct drove Wang Canghai to still hope that no deviation would occur, and that Archaeology Team Two would continue at its previous pace.

Looking at Zhang Lin's choice from the other side, regardless of which response to Wang Canghai one considered, Zhang Lin should not have deliberately put on an act for Wang Canghai regarding this matter. If one were to say it was for preparedness, Mr. Wang would believe such logic coming from anyone else, but when it came to Zhang Lin, Mr. Wang could not believe it one hundred percent.

Because standing in Zhang Lin's current position, there was simply no need to do that; everything was already under his control, so why bother with such thankless tasks? If others found out, they might even start to question Zhang Lin's original decision.

So before this, Mr. Wang had already had other thoughts: the reason Zhang Lin had become like this, or rather had not made the choice that seemed most reasonable, was absolutely because he had already anticipated the current situation that might arise.

And this probability was not small; since that was the case, Zhang Lin would certainly settle for the next best thing—rather than say nothing, he would not let things go awry. This was certain.

Of course, following this line of thought, Mr. Wang also thought of another point: the other reason Zhang Lin was acting this way ultimately came down to a matter of trust.

Perhaps for Zhang Lin, trust was always a luxury; he would not give it lightly to anyone, and therefore he did not believe the Wang family could keep its promises. That was the essence of the matter.

And once he saw through this so-called essence, Mr. Wang was not in the least despairing; on the contrary, he felt even more confident. Ultimately, he believed he also knew perfectly well what Zhang Lin would do.

Given that, how to respond seemed very simple. But later Mr. Wang realized he had ultimately been wrong; it was as if the gears of fate had turned once again. Mr. Wang never in his wildest dreams imagined he would be so lucky, but soon his mindset collapsed once more.

Because Mr. Wang suddenly realized that even if he saw such a scene, what could he do about it? First of all, Zhang Lin simply would not be threatened by him, because Zhang Lin's instruction was that he did not want to use his own way to remind Fatty of Archaeology Team One not to do such foolish things—not that he was unable to. This was a fundamental difference.

If Zhang Lin were unable to stop it on his own and faced a situation of collapse, then the advantage Mr. Wang held would be very great.

At the same time, there were many choices he could make using such a method. But now, if this phone call were made, Zhang Lin would sense this threat and immediately find it utterly ridiculous, then simply hang up the phone.

One must remember that Mr. Wang had still believed Zhang Lin would leave him one last sliver of hope, which was why he had held on until now. If he were to do something like this, clearly that last hope would be squandered by his own hand.

At that point, no matter what he said, it would be meaningless. He did not want to see such an outcome, nor did he want this situation to arise and cause the plan he had already formed to fall through.

Thinking about it, Mr. Wang could not help but let out a sigh. The trusted subordinate hurriedly said: "Mr. Wang, if we now order our people to step in as mediators directly, things will definitely turn out differently."

Hearing the man's words, Mr. Wang first shook his head, and this trusted subordinate seemed very anxious, constantly muttering to himself: such simple logic he himself had figured out, so why hadn't Mr. Wang figured it out yet?

Could this truly be a case of being blinded by the light right at one's feet, or had Mr. Wang really grown old now? It would only be natural if he couldn't see the pros and cons involved.

But ultimately, all these "naturally so"s still needed the most perfect explanation and accounting; right now, Mr. Wang did not represent just himself.

Even if he planned to burn his boats and first clean up the internal situation within the Wang family, then lead the remaining people to carve out a new world, there was clearly a better way to handle all this—why insist on going for broke?

Perhaps those most loyal to the Wang family never cared about their own lives, nor did they think dying for the Wang family was in any way not worth it; even clearly aware of Mr. Wang's mistakes, they would still march to their deaths willingly. That would be the best proof of faith. But ultimately, there was no need now to fight to the death in such a manner.

Besides, if their deaths bought nothing and brought no value whatsoever, then what meaning would there be in what came after? That was what this trusted subordinate was thinking at this moment.

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