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However, what he saw was Zheng Ming's face, calm beyond measure. Facing such an expression, he was naturally clear about Zheng Ming's attitude.
Without any hesitation, the Third Young Master loudly declared, "Your two medicines, our Medicine King Pavilion will sell for you for free, and all the profits will be yours!"
"If you kill me, it really won't do you any good, let me go, as long as you let me go, I can definitely give you..."
Before the Third Young Master could finish his words, Zheng Ming's long sword had already swiftly thrust forward, and in an instant, the Third Young Master was clutching his own neck tightly.
In his eyes, a multitude of emotions swirled, but ultimately, he did not utter a single word.
The death of the Third Young Master was like the death of a father to the people of the Medicine King Pavilion. Although he died by Zheng Ming's hand, their failure to protect the Third Young Master meant they, too, had to bear responsibility.
