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If Li Fei was convinced that mere death was not sufficient to atone for the blood debts created by the two, then their fate was destined to be very tragic. Just thinking about how these two nearly fifty-year-old men were caught by Li Fei in the depths of Jiulong Mountain, their fate was actually sealed the moment they entered the mountain.
The next moment, Ding Jianbang licked his lips, starting to narrate in a self-righteous manner, and throughout the process, he looked thoroughly enjoying himself, as if he had already determined that Li Fei's fate was in his control. All the while, he kept giving Wu Jianguo meaningful glances.
Since the two had been colluding for so long, Wu Jianguo could understand the emotion behind those glances. He nodded almost imperceptibly, and although it seemed covert, it all fell into Li Fei's view. He understood all too well what the two of them were up to.
