That was how unexpectedly the plot could turn. Pan Zhen could no longer say, "How is repaying courtesy with courtesy even possible?" because from beginning to end, the situation had never changed. What he had thought was flawless planning had probably been nothing more than a joke in someone else's eyes.
Yet one question still troubled him. Where exactly had the problem arisen? Or rather, which mistake had led to the current situation?
Yes, where exactly had the problem arisen?
He Xuan harbored the same doubt. With Kesha suddenly leading a massive army into the fray, the Allied Forces' elites and the family guards he had brought were both trapped in a siege.
Gus and Andre hovered behind Hua Zhen with their wings spread. Further behind them was Luo Ji, looking as though he had just been dragged out of a pool of blood. He looked battered and miserable, but his injuries were not fatal.
"Heh, after setting up such an elaborate scheme and gathering more than ten thousand elites from five major civilizations, all you managed to kill were a few insignificant soldiers?"
He Xuan smiled bitterly. He had already foreseen his own end. He wanted Hua Zhen dead more than anything, but Hua Zhen surely felt the same way about him.
"I want to know exactly how I lost." He Xuan would not grovel and beg for mercy like Su Ma Li. He came from a great family, after all, and still possessed that innate pride.
Hua Zhen said flatly, "Didn't I tell you before? Under a technological crushing advantage, any scheme is vulnerable to a single blow."
He Xuan shook his head. "From beginning to end, you gave me the impression that you had everything under control. After arriving in the west, I believed every arrangement I