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The Xia Family.
Thousands of martial artists clad in blood-colored uniforms surrounded the place, three layers in and three layers out, all of them in a menacing and ferocious stance.
"What are you looking at, get lost!"
"Keep staring, and I'll gouge out your eyeballs!" members of the Iron Blood Pavilion arrogantly gazed at the passersby, who were frightened and desperately tried to stay clear.
At this moment, a car slowly approached the Xia residence.
"Shiqi, how many people are left in the Xia family now?" Ye Wudao curiously asked.
"Currently, half of the Xia family is either dead or injured. My father and older brother are still alive, but they are enslaved by the Iron Blood Pavilion, forced to mine in the blood mines!" As Xia Shiqi spoke of this, tears could not stop flowing from her eyes.
"Don't worry, they won't have a good ending!" Ye Wudao said, and then instructed the driver, "Keep driving!"
