But why did you send the driver's finger here?
The answer quickly appeared.
Lin Hai walked to the sofa in front of Bi Qingqiu, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea. He looked at Li Dezhu and asked, "Do you want a drink?"
"No."
"If not, then forget it. The tea the Lord drinks is a fine one."
Lin Hai poured himself a full cup, downed it in one gulp, then looked sharply at Bi Qingqiu and said, "No other intentions, just a reminder for Lord Bi: We are not good people."
"As long as we want, we can cut Young Master Bi into countless pieces... each piece the size of this finger."
"You... what exactly do you want?"
"We want Lord Bi's loyalty."
"..."
"What? Is there a problem?"
"You should be clear, I'm just the City Lord; city defense and security is the work of the City Defense General. The military and political divisions, I cannot influence his decisions."
