Seeing his own father so angry, Zhao Zhijing finally felt a bit better inside.
However, the very next second, he worriedly said, "Dad, this Lin Bei seems not so easy to deal with; he was actually holding the Military Governor's Token of our Lord of the Northern Territory just now."
What?
Zhao Buqun's body shook as he stared at Zhao Zhijing, "I've heard about this Token from you; so are you saying that now we can only obediently wait for our doom?"
"How could that be possible?"
Without even thinking, Zhao Zhijing immediately responded, "Although I don't know where that trash got the Token from, I will not let him continue his arrogance."
"He dares to slap my face time and again, so I have no choice but to hire an assassin to take him out!"
"Is that reliable?"
"Of course," Zhao Zhijing replied confidently, "Those people are ruthless and merciless; as long as the money is in place, the job will be done well."