"Zhao, there's actually another way. As long as we help you..."
One of the three men said slowly, a sinister smile on his face.
"Help me? How can you help me?"
"Your men are all dead, but our men are all outside the city, hidden in the Mist Forest. Besides, in order to hunt the Vermilion Bird, our subordinates are all powerful Martial Artists. If we have them wipe out those Great Xia Dragon Guards and Examiners, won't it amount to the same thing?" the man continued with a smile.
Hearing this, a dark look flashed in the Zhao Family Ancestor's eyes.
'The same?'
'The same, my ass!'
'According to his plan, this huge haul of merits was his to claim alone.'
'But if he went along with their plan, the lion's share of the merits would go to the three of them. And with all his own men dead, the best he could hope for was to break even, his achievements canceling out his failures.'
'It would be like losing all his men for absolutely no benefit!'
