As the young man spoke, he whipped Zhao Hai's left arm with his long blade. Each lash was more powerful than the last. Although it did not hurt Zhao Hai at all, it was an insult. Zhao Hai squinted his eyes after hearing his words.
The young man seemed to have felt Zhao Hai's anger, but he didn't care at all. He looked at Zhao Hai and sneered, " "Are you very angry? I'm warning you, you'd better behave yourself, or else you won't be able to die even if you want to. Do you know what this is?" As he spoke, he took out something that looked like a token. The token was completely white, and the word 'token' was written on the front. Zhao Hai couldn't see the back, so he didn't know what was written on it.
