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Dragon Three drank a dose of Qi-boosting and blood-replenishing herbal concoction, and tiredly lay on his bed.
Despite his desire to sleep, the throbbing pain in his left arm, as sharp as needles, prevented him from closing his eyes.
"Ding Feng, Ding Feng! A mere mire-dweller of Jianghu, if it weren't for..." he clenched his teeth in the dark, his eyes flickering with a cold glint.
Thud thud!
"Who is it!"
Dragon Three's expression changed, and he gripped the hilt of a knife beside the bed.
He had already informed everyone that his subordinates could handle any matters, and if there was a significant issue, they were to consult with Elder Long Tianwu, who was in charge. They were not to disturb him as he recuperated!
"Shopkeeper Long, it's been a while. I've come to pay a visit."
A cool and detached voice spoke up.
"Young Master Jiang?"
