Zhao Zhijing deliberately emphasized his tone, intending to make everyone present realize the magnitude of Lin Bei's mistake.
But.
To his surprise again, no matter whether it was Du Qingfeng or Wang Wei and others, their expressions still showed no change.
In desperation, he emphasized again, "Brother Du, this is the forgery of a command token! You should also know how serious this matter is, don't you want to earn merit?"
Du Qingfeng looked at Zhao Zhijing indifferently and asked with a sneer, "Are you sure it's a forgery?"
"Otherwise, what? Everyone knows that there is only one command token, always carried by the commander himself, and now it turns up in the hands of this good-for-nothing. If it's not a forgery, then what is it?" roared Zhao Zhijing.
"Words are no proof, where is the token?" asked Du Qingfeng lightly.
"You..." Zhao Zhijing was at a loss for words; he dared not take out the token, for if it was recognized as real, he would be the one in trouble.
