Zhao Zhijing hung up the phone, and the stone in his heart finally dropped.
First, he asked several men from the military law department to rest in the adjacent private room, then he walked into the private room alone and looked at Lin Bei with a cold laugh, "Now, if you're willing to kneel and apologize to me, perhaps I would beg for mercy from above and leave you with an intact corpse."
Lin Bei calmly looked at Zhao Zhijing.
Killing Zhao Zhijing would be easier for him than crushing an ant.
However, he wanted to see what kind of people this guy had brought to deal with him.
"Is that so? I don't think so."
"If I were you, I would have my family prepare for the aftermath immediately, lest you die and no one even knows."
Zhao Zhijing was stunned, then burst into hearty laughter, "You pathetic loser, still acting tough when death is at your door."
Soon after, the heavily paid helpers Zhao Zhijing had hired arrived.
