When the east began to turn the white belly of dawn, Jiang Xiuming felt that the bloodline seal on his body finally loosened a bit, and at least his arms had regained some force!
As luck would have it, when Jiang Xiuming was thrown out, he landed headfirst into a filthy ditch, with his face submerged in the water all night long, occasionally gulping down a mouthful of the stinky water. If it weren't for Jiang Xiuming's robust constitution, he would have likely swollen up and died.
Splash!
Jiang Xiuming, with his numb arms, propped himself up and moved his face from the filthy ditch to the bank, taking deep breaths.
Above the ditch, Jiang Xiuming's underlings had already paced around the Shen Family villa for the forty-eighth time. Could they really be so thick-skulled not to take a single glance down the ditch or to be so stupid as not to think of going back to the camp to call for reinforcements?
