"Cousin, stay calm, I'll ask friends from the pugilistic world to investigate immediately," Fang Nian said in a hushed voice as he leaned forward.
Prince Mo yanked at the exquisite bedsheets below him with vehemence, his eyes like that of a venomous snake, "Yes, you must eradicate this Assassin's Camp for me."
Fang Nian furrowed his brows with difficulty, disagreeing, "Cousin, this is inadvisable. The martial world and the Imperial Court are already at odds, if you try to eliminate a pugilistic force now, it could easily trigger a backlash."
Upon hearing this, Prince Mo glared with furious eyes, "Am I to let them humiliate me like this?"
"Cousin, what I mean is we can offer a higher price for the assassins of the Assassin's Camp to turn their blades back on those who sent them."
"You mean to offer a higher price to assassinate the one trying to assassinate me?"
"Exactly," he nodded in affirmation.