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"Ahh, this... all wear and tear is inevitable," the old man flicked away the cigarette butt and gestured, "Even Buddha only saves those with destiny. If they're really that stubborn, then I really can't do anything. Those kinds of people will run into trouble sooner or later; I'm just... what are you doing..."
He looked down in horror and saw the man in black, his hand covered in a black glove, had already plunged a black-handled knife into his abdomen.
He looked up at the man in terror.
But what he saw was the man's mouth slightly raised, his face full of presumptuous laughter.
"Xu Beibei sends her regards."
"...Ah... Ah!!!" The old man tried to open his mouth dryly but was swiftly silenced by duct tape slapped across it from nowhere.
"This is Wang Dongxiang." The man then delivered another stab.
"Ugh ugh ugh..." The old man struggled with tears streaming.
