Judging by the martial arts and influence Meng Zhao had displayed so far, it would be extremely difficult for him to strike back against the other party and reclaim everything he had lost. Not to mention that Meng Zhao had also seized Commander Bai's thirty thousand Divine Might Army soldiers, swelling his strength even further and widening the gap between them once more.
Did that not mean he would have to watch the other man strut about in triumph and soar straight into the skies forever?
"Then what? Commander Bai is also one of the Plainclothes Alliance's leaders, a Grandmaster in martial arts. He was schemed against—was he really going to have no reaction at all and simply let it go?"
Zhao Hun found it rather unbelievable. If it had been him, and he had learned that he had been tricked by some insignificant Innate Realm martial artist, he would certainly have immediately gone to reclaim his honor. Even if he did not destroy Meng Zhao, he would at least make him suffer a little; at the very least, he would recover his losses.
But Dragon City's next words greatly astonished him.
"Did you think what I just said was a lie?
"Commander Bai did not fail to act. He made his move, only for the other side to defuse it with ease. He tried to steal a chicken and ended up losing the rice used to lure it."
"And what about you? You, Dragon City, have always counted every last penny. Are you really just going to sit back and let Meng Zhao usurp power that belonged to you?"
At this, Dragon City's somewhat eased expression darkened again. He let out a long sigh before saying,
"Of course I wanted to strike back. I had even taken action long