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The night wore on in Yunxi Village, silent and still.
Within the pitch-black Yunxi Village, only the lights in Wang Dehong's house remained on.
Wang Chengcai's expression was so grim that it seemed water could drip from it. First, Chu Yang had crippled his means to pass on his lineage, and then Chu Yang had disabled one of his arms.
Now, Wang Chengcai could be said to hate Chu Yang to the bone.
"Dad, our factory, if it stops for even a day, that's a loss of over a hundred thousand!" Wang Chengcai said.
Wang Dehong's face was ashen: "Of course I know that."
"But what can we do to Chu Yang now? You've seen what happened these last few days, so many people from the Wang Family, none of them a match for Chu Yang alone."
"And that so-called Sanda champion classmate of yours, in Chu Yang's hands, was like a child, absolutely no match for Chu Yang."
