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Boom!
As Lin Bei's words fell, a sudden peal of thunder roared through the sky.
Witnessing Lin Bei, who appeared as though a god of death had descended, everyone fell silent, chilled to the bone.
Ultimately, it was Li Jiaxin who first regained her composure.
She knelt facing Lin Bei and then pleaded loudly, "Mr. Lin, I was wrong, please spare me."
"Spare you? Six years ago, did any of you think to spare the Lin Family?" Lin Bei's eyes were blood-red as he spoke, and with a sweep of his large hand he commanded, "Bring the blade!"
Hearing the order, Qing Tian hurriedly took a long, rectangular, ancient box from his back.
"Thud!"
Half a meter away from Lin Bei, he knelt on one knee and presented the long box with both hands held respectfully.
Lin Bei opened it, revealing a strangely shaped, extremely sharp long knife.
