1187 Di Fuyi’s Strategy 2 (1/2)

In stark contrast, all the palace guards were poisoned and could hardly move. Once the lava flooded into the hall, they could never escape.

Their Great Lord did not consider their safety at all.

Long Fan had escaped without them, and The Great Lord wanted them to die in accompanying pits. It turned out that their loyalty was nothing but a joke.

The guards' faces were pale due to the effect of the poison. Now, their faces had turned entirely grey.

During this time of great despair, they decided to risk everything they had. Some of them already broke into a torrent of verbal abuse, cursing Mo Zhao as a cruel and unscrupulous person and that they must have been blind for being his followers all this while.

At this moment, Mo Zhao was wholly deserted by his followers.

If they were not poisoned, they would rise in revolt and fight against him.

Mo Zhao was indeed an Omen. He could remain calm and composed even when he was besieged on all sides. He looked at Di Fuyi icily. ”You are undoubtedly an old, cunning fox. What a thoughtful arrangement!”

Di Fuyi sat himself down on a chair and supported his head with one of his hands, nonchalantly. ”Of course! To deal with someone like you, one must have a thorough strategy. Mo Zhao, do you have anything else to say?”

Mo Zhao scorned. ”I concede to my defeat. I do not have anything else to say. However, I do have some things that I do not quite understand and would like you to enlighten me.”

Di Fuyi smiled. ”Do you want to know how my men managed to sneak in, given that you already had such a strict interrogation? Do you want to know how my men set up the wizardry barrier in the hall, given that you have your surveillance cameras installed everywhere? Do you want to know how your men got poisoned?”

Mo Zhao did not know what to say. Could this man read his mind?

”If you already knew what I wanted to ask, shouldn't you answer me now?”

Di Fuyi furrowed his brows. ”Why should I tell you?”

Mo Zhao was speechless.