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Swoosh!
Jiang Chen spun the woman around rapidly more than a dozen times, then with a flick of his hand, he sent her flying straight out.
Thump!
The woman fell sprawling to one side, bottom first, and an intense pain instantly surged through her heart.
"Ah! My butt! You, you jerk!" The woman jumped up from the ground, woozy, and glared at Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen spoke coldly, "Dare to say another word, and I'll let you fly in the sky for a while longer."
Thinking back to what had just happened, the woman immediately shut her mouth.
Jiang Chen cast a cold glance at Chen Peiru, who was already dumbfounded, and strode toward his car.
As he reached the car, Jiang Chen paused and turned to look at the woman, who was still unsteady on her feet, and said coldly, "You want the Purple Flame Vermilion Fruit, but do you know of someone who has sustained internal injuries that have turned chronic, with their meridians nearly blocked?"
