Ding Dalin's eyes shifted, "This is indeed a good opportunity."
"What good opportunity?" Cao Buwei did not understand.
"An opportunity to get rid of Gao Fei," Ding Dalin chuckled sinisterly, "Didn't Wan Fuchang give us the order to dispatch half of our troops to suppress the bandits? Let Gao Fei go. This time, let's see how he dares to refuse. I refuse to believe he'll dare disobey an order from Wan Fuchang."
"Right," Cao Buwei's eyes lit up, "How come I didn't think of that?"
"There's no time to lose, let's give Gao Fei the order right now," said Ding Dalin, getting a little impatient.
"Okay," Cao Buwei picked up a pen, wrote a few lines on a piece of paper, stamped it with a seal, and then handed the paper to Ding Dalin, "You go personally. Hand the order to Gao Fei and take the chance to knock him down a peg."
"I should go..." Ding Dalin hesitated; he still felt the pain from the two slaps Gao Fei had given him a few days ago.