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"Why are you so sure that your brother was deliberately killed by someone and that the accident is not really an accident?" Yang Liu asked the skinny boy.
Yuan Boqin sighed as he walked toward the cement border. He let the strong wind mess with his raven hair, making it even messier than before.
"My family has some enemies," he answered softly. "I think one of them killed my brother for revenge."
Both Yang Liu and Zhou Yongliang didn't look surprised by the information. They had expected the possibility, but one word that came out of Yuan Boqin's mouth still confused them.
"What do you mean by revenge? Did your family do something bad to them?" Zhou Yongliang asked.
"It's not like that," Yuan Boqin immediately replied. "But, in business, it's normal for people to do some tricks to win over some projects. Perhaps my family's business defeated other's business, and they wanted to bring my family's business down."
