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Manager Jin saw Ma Xuming relent and his heart sunk in silence.
This time, his losses had been tremendous.
Ancient Martial Artists are not the same as ordinary thugs; even if he wanted to replenish his ranks, it wouldn't be an overnight task.
If he were to concede defeat just like that, how would he ever mingle in the Ancient Martial Artists' circle again?
Several of his men were seriously injured, and he would have to pay for their medical expenses. After deducting all the costs, he hadn't made much money from accepting Ma Xuming's request.
"Young Master Ma, I'll contact you after I make arrangements."
After finishing his words, Manager Jin hung up the phone directly.
Then he picked up his phone, rapidly attempting to dial a number.
But just as the call connected, he quickly ended it.
"No, I should make a trip to the city in person."
Having made up his mind, Manager Jin turned to instruct his subordinates.
