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"Am I too late?"
From the helicopter, Wang Xiaoming witnessed his brother Wang Xiaoqiang's sports car disappear into thin air after being overtaken by a beam of red light.
He knew all too well that Wang Xiaoqiang hadn't disappeared; rather, he had fallen into Yang Jian's Ghost Domain.
In the final moments, he had been caught by that Yang Jian after all.
If Wang Xiaoqiang had arrived just half a minute earlier, Wang Xiaoming was confident he could have whisked him away — not even Yang Jian, let alone anyone from above, would have dared to utter a word.
"Land the helicopter," Wang Xiaoming ordered.
Inside the Ghost Domain at this moment.
"Yang Jian!" Wang Xiaoqiang roared through clenched teeth, his heart seething with rage.
Facing Yang Jian, who stood before the wrecked vehicle, Wang Xiaoqiang had never felt such despair.
