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"Who are you?"
The frail man put the cup aside, seemed tired from standing, and dragged a chair to sit in front of Benwei: "I am Bal's son."
Benwei was silent for a moment before saying, "Believe it or not, your father's death had nothing to do with me."
"I've said it doesn't matter whether it was you or not. Bal's death is actually a good thing. Your death will be the same. These are all inevitable bloodshed."
"I don't understand what you're talking about." Benwei shook his head in confusion.
