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"That's right."
"Then why were you dissected?"
"You son of a bitch!" Jiang Lu finally lost it, "It was an accident! It was a premeditated inevitability, even if I had slain the Three Corpses, as long as I was in that position, such a thing was bound to happen!"
"But could it be possible that, if you'd done it, being dissected could have been avoided?"
"..."
Jiang Lu gave up.
Who would have thought Dong Wanggong was so stubborn, his mind like a string short of a lute, fixating on a necessary link between the two events.
It left Jiang Lu with no way to proceed with the work ahead.
"Forget it," Jiang Lu sighed, "If you're going to be so obstinate about this, then just pretend I never said a thing. I have no thoughts on it now."
Although Dong Wanggong was stubborn, he wasn't stupid. Hearing Jiang Lu say this, he also understood that Jiang Lu's unspoken thoughts were related to the outcome of the battle with the Three Corpses.
