In the wooden luxury courtyard of Qikun Nation, Yongxi, dressed in the local attire, covered his mouth and coughed a few times.
"This damn injury, how much longer will it take to heal?" Yongxi was somewhat impatient, although he was a Star Warrior, the injury inflicted by Bai Zhongqi's Star Energy was not something that could be recovered from overnight.
Before him lay a newspaper, featuring an article about Bai Zhongqi's "Lecture on National Revival." Yongxi's face twisted into a sneer, "I knew you'd stir trouble, but I didn't expect you to be so bold, blatantly revealing your whereabouts. Humph, but in a fishbowl, how could I not grasp your position?"
In the courtyard, men and women of different ethnicities respectfully entered and promptly knelt before Yongxi to pay their homage.
"You already know who the target is; now go to the Eastern Land and assassinate him. Don't be afraid to make a big scene; the bigger, the better."
"Yes, my lord."
