Rage erupted in Han Leng's heart. He had fought countless wars on this battlefield. His experience had made him a guru of strategies. He recognized this as a common trick used by old sea dogs to get back to the game.
It was fine if he was the only one used as a stepping stone. A spar of ink with an old-timer would be fun. Han Leng was well-known in online ink-war. He silenced his peers with definitive sweeps, as if he had been genetically modified for victory.
Under no circumstances should this imbecile have used Lady Zhao for own benefits. Apparently, Han Leng was not aware that Zhao Youyue had sealed herself from the outside world to focus on her studies. He was still worried about the distraction that all this might cause.
