"What? That kid from the Dingtai Martial Arts Hall with the surname Zhao again?"
Lin Shiguo, who was drinking and having fun, flew into a rage upon hearing the news, kicking over the wine table in front of him.
The beautiful companions attending to him nearby couldn't dodge in time and ended up with bruised faces.
Yet even so, they didn't dare to move.
Having followed Lin Shiguo for a while, they naturally understood how violent this Deputy General Lin could be. Any slight misstep could lead to a beating at best, or death at worst, so even if blood flowed from their injuries, they didn't dare make a fuss.
At this moment, Lin Shiguo drew his sword, a murderous aura about him, and said, "Gather the soldiers immediately, and follow me to kill this Zhao until he's minced meat."
"Calm down, Deputy General."
Yuan Chenfeng, who was indulging with Lin Shiguo, quickly stood up to dissuade him.
Lin Shiguo gave him a sideways glance, "What? Are you pleading for that Zhao?"
