"He deserves to die!"

"It's all my fault, I was too kind!"

Ma Baoguo seemed to have made up his mind!

He picked up his phone and dialed an unfamiliar number.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in a military camp tent, several men with general's stars on their shoulders were having a meeting around a table.

Suddenly, an officer rushed in from outside the tent.

"Report, Commander Yang, a call from the Ma family!" the officer said, kneeling on one knee.

"The Ma family?" The man in the head seat frowned slightly upon hearing this news.

Then, the man stepped forward and answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Yang Shuai, Lin Jinglong is back!"

"He not only injured one of my grandmasters, but also crippled my grandson!"

"If you don't do something about this, this kid will eventually find out about you!"

"Please send men to capture this boy! Avenge my grandson!"

On the other end of the phone, Ma Baoguo spoke almost pleadingly.

"Oh? Lin Jinglong injured a Grandmaster!"

Even this man with four stars on his shoulders couldn't help but show a shocked expression at this moment.

The two generals standing nearby also twitched upon hearing this.

"It seems he has indeed changed in the three years since I last saw him!"

Three years ago, Lin Jinglong was a young master who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun.

Lin Jinglong is now standing above ordinary people.

"So what? War God, I'll handle this brat!"

"I'm really curious to know how far he's come!"

A young general standing next to Yang Shuai said with a look of disdain.

"Alright! Then I'll send you and Haotian to bring back this boy's head and report back!"

"Yes, Lord War God!"

The two young generals nodded in unison, and then left the military camp tent.

......

At this moment, in the main hall of the Ma family, Ma Baoguo felt a surge of joy in his heart.

"I'd like to see how Lin Jinglong will survive this time!"

A sinister smile crept across Ma Baoguo's lips.