So this was their plan.
A classic setup.
"Don't panic. We outnumber them, we hold the high ground, and we have Ying Rui. There's no way we can lose."
Zhao Yong muttered a few words of reassurance before looking down at Zhao Ci. "Lao Shi! When it comes to dirty tricks, you're still the master!"
Zhao Ci stood amidst the crowd, a look of impatience on his face, but he didn't say a word.
Instead, Feng Kucha stepped forward. "Dirty tricks? Ninth Prince, how can you say that with a straight face? In the competition between the eight mansions, your group was the one who ganged up the most aggressively! Look at how you bullied the Shu and Yan mansions! And now you have the gall to turn around and call us dirty?"
Zhao Yong smiled faintly. "The spots for the War God Tower have always gone to the worthy. Whether one's tricks are dirty is irrelevant. If you want the tokens, just come and take them."
Feng Kucha snorted and seemed to fall silent.
