The Lin Family?
Although they had done this, and although their identities were also affiliated with the Lin Family, Bilal still instinctively assumed these people belonged to Linton's side, or perhaps Old Zhang's.
There was no other reason.
The Lin Family's foundations were simply too weak—so weak that no one would think they were qualified to take part in this war.
Yet these people were telling him to hand over the throne, which was practically already his, to Lin Xue.
Were they insane?
Even if they put you on the throne, could you hold onto it?
Even without saying a word, Zhou You could read that meaning on Bilal's face.
It made sense. After all, he was the head of a family. Even if he had been captured through a scheme, there was no way he would simply accept defeat.
At that moment, another attendant lifted his hood and crouched before Bilal.
His face wore a gentle smile, yet his eyes held a barely perceptible disgust that sharply contradicted it. Still, no matter what, he spoke kindly.
"Mr. Bilal, is it? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ron, a member of the Lin Family. Mr. Zhou may not have explained things clearly enough just now, so let me give you a more detailed explanation."
Watching the young man speak with such assurance, another thought surfaced in Zhou You's mind.
What a talent...
Time rewound to earlier.
Inside the Diplomatic Palace.
Faced with Ron's proposal, Zhou You scratched his scalp vigorously.
"So you're saying we should abandon the strategy of letting the snipe and clam fight, and instead drive the tiger to devour the wolf? Just swallow everything in one bite and become fat overnight?"
Ron nodded at Zhou You's question.
"My previous plan was indeed to watch the two