When Zhang Delv uttered the two words "brilliant plan," he practically spat them from between his clenched teeth.
He gave Zhao Ci a perfunctory salute, then flicked his sleeves and stormed off.
On the city wall.
Zhao Yong was stunned numb. He felt a little dizzy. He had considered many possible outcomes, but never this one.
This... this was too absurd.
He'd thought an old fox like Zhang Delv was guaranteed to win.
He never expected such a total defeat.
'This Zhao Ci... just where did he get his intelligence? How was his information so precise?'
To be honest.
When Zhao Ci raised his spear, it wasn't just Zhang Delv who was startled—even he had been scared.
'Outrageous!'
'Zhao Ci had pulled it off again.'
'Not only did he avoid offending the Junior Officials of the Northern Three Prefectures, but he even earned a favor from them.'
'The man is just ridiculous!'
Zhao Yong cursed under his breath, but his emotions quickly stabilized.
'Zhang Delv lost.'
