Zhang Bin fell to his knees, his face as white as a sheet.
His mind kept replaying the gruesome scene of Li Teng's head being severed, as aired on the channel yesterday.
This indomitable fear left him trembling, his mind blank.
Fang Hao frowned, "Who wants to kill you? Get up and talk."
Upon hearing he won't be killed.
Zhang Bin carefully looked up, hesitated for a moment, then slowly stood up.
"Fang Hao, what are you doing?" He felt the need to confirm once again.
This show of might clearly wasn't to lounge and chat.
"Come, let's talk inside." As if it were his own Lord's Mansion, Fang Hao stepped into the Great Hall.
He had been to Zhang Bin's territory several times and had a clear grasp of the layout.
Everyone entered the room.
Zhang Bin quickly moved to the front of the Lord's Seat, dusted it off, and said, "Brother Fang Hao, please, have a seat."
Fang Hao didn't hesitate, taking the seat directly.
