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As Cui Hong looked at Black Robe lying motionless on the ground, his heart raced, almost bursting out of his chest.
He could even hear the pounding sound of his own heartbeat, deafening in his ears.
At the same time, cold sweat poured down his forehead.
For the first time in his life, he felt a bone-chilling fear deep in his marrow!
His greatest reliance was Lafayette behind him and Black Robe, a warrior-level assassin. But now, the warrior-level assassin was killed, as if slaughtering a chicken, his neck twisted and thrown in front of him.
It was a warning, a threat, and quite possibly a clue!
Sweat dripped onto the ground, wetting the floor!
"Boss, we're in trouble!"
Just then, Fourth Brother, covered in wounds, rushed over in a panicked state, saying, "Zhao Changsheng from the Zhao family has arrived, along with the Zhao family's warrior-level experts from the War Department."
