"Lin Bei, no, Young Master Lin, I was wrong, I shouldn't have targeted Zhang Yixin, please... please let me go!"
Zhao Zhijing was cowed; he knew that Lin Bei was not one to trifle with, there was nothing he wouldn't dare to do.
"Bang!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Bei kicked him again.
Instantly, Zhao Zhijing spat out another mouthful of blood, wailing in pain.
A cold light flashed in Lin Bei's eyes, and for a moment, he wished he could kill Zhao Zhijing on the spot.
He had never imagined that his own Military Governor would be so spineless.
But in the end, he didn't kill Zhao Zhijing, instead plunging a silver needle into him, knocking him out.
Then, he turned to Long Tianyang, and before he could react, he finished him off.
A dark force leader was thus dead.
After doing all this, Lin Bei called Lord Dong Huang as if nothing had happened.
"I've killed a small-time thug at the Fengxun Club and injured his bunch of lackeys. Send someone to clean it up," he said.
