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"..." Zhuifeng, confused, cautiously watched him, reaching for the hilt of his sword, squinting his eyes at Jueqing.
With a slap of his large palm, several black-clothed men appeared in the room, radiating a deadly aura, their eyes lifeless as they stared straight at Zhuifeng.
"What do you want to do?" Zhuifeng, sensing the aura of death from these men, looked at Jueqing with a growing sense of alarm.
"Knock him out and stuff him into a sack to take him out," Jueqing said with amusement, looking at Zhuifeng's panicked face. Just a moment ago, he had threatened him with such bluster, and now he had caved so quickly.
"Why? It's simple, I just want to send you out." He gestured to the death warriors to take him away, entrusting this task entirely to them.
