Over the phone, Chen Bu'e, the supreme commander of the Imperial Capital's military zone, was sitting in his office smoking a cigar.
Hearing Lin Shuang's words, Chen Bu'e's expression stiffened, and he suddenly sprang up from his chair!
"King of the Underworld! Who has offended you again? Don't act rashly, let's talk!" over the phone, Chen Bu'e pleaded in a grave tone.
He was really afraid that the madman King of the Underworld would inadvertently plunge the south into great turmoil.
He vividly remembered the chaos the King of the Underworld had caused in the Imperial Capital years ago, which had thrown the entire city into massive disorder.
Chen Bu'e was truly scared. This madman mustn't take any rash actions.
Lin Shuang, holding the phone, said coldly, "Isn't that why I called you? Can you resolve it?"
On the other end of the phone, Chen Bu'e said gravely, "Yes! Tell me, who has offended you?"
