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The black-clothed middle-aged man's corpse lay next to Jiang Hongliang, his eyes filled with horror.
"Uncle Chang... died?"
He staggered backward, eventually falling to the ground, the pain from the wound on his right leg flooding in like a tide after the initial shock.
The empty gaze of the black-clothed man, it was the very definition of dying with one's eyes open!
Just then, a young woman dressed in apricot yellow exercise clothes rushed out from the opposite street, her eyes, full of resentment, fixed on Jiang Xinrun.
"It was just a challenge, yet you struck with such ruthlessness. Do you Jiang family truly believe there is no one in the world who can deal with you?"
The young woman, her emotions running high, seemed to want to say more.
But she was suddenly pulled away by an elderly man dressed in dark-colored satin behind her.
