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This time, Wang Jidong held nothing back in his attack; he aimed to take Wu Gang's life directly.
To him, dead men could still reveal the secrets of their living days.
Once Wu Gang was dead, whether it be the secrets he held or the treasures on his person, they would have no owner.
And those things, they would all belong to Wang Jidong.
With that thought, the murderous intent in Wang Jidong's eyes grew even stronger.
As he closed in on Wu Gang, his fingers shot towards Wu Gang's brow—a move that almost brought everyone present to their knees.
It was submission to a superior combatant, but more than that, it was fear, fearing the calamity might extend to themselves.
"Wu Gang!"
Nan Jing was completely panicked, rushing towards Wu Gang with the intent of pulling him away from Wang Jidong's fatal blow before it could reach him.
But Nan Jing had miscalculated, for Wang Jidong's speed was not something she could compete with.
