Lin Bei left the patrol house and headed straight to Zhang Qing's territory.
Zhang Qing was one of Da Zhou's most notable dark forces, and at this moment, he was indulging in pleasure within his villa.
By the bedside, a beautifully crafted red wedding invitation lay quietly.
Just as he was in high spirits, suddenly, a bone-chilling voice burst forth.
"Zhang Qing, I may not take your life, but you must do two things."
"First, you must not attend the Hu Family's wedding banquet."
"Second, within half a month, you must disband your subordinates and cease all involvement in the dark forces."
"If you fail to do so, the only thing awaiting you is a dead end."
This sudden statement nearly scared Zhang Qing to death.
Annoyed in his heart, he rolled out of bed immediately.
But before he could step out the door, a figure burst in.
Soon after, he felt a sudden tightness around his throat and his breathing became constricted.
