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Break the legs...
And actually throw out of Xianyang?
Li Yan instantly understood why his father would associate with this Old Man Zhang and even have him willing to plot on his behalf.
Perhaps only his father's bold nature could tolerate the foul-mouthed old man.
Although he complained inwardly, he was too lazy to speak at this moment.
Ignoring Zhang Shitong opposite him, Li Yan turned his head and walked to the side of the chair, first unbuckling the knife at his waist, then slowly undoing the buttons and removing the sleeve knife from his left wrist.
The movements were leisurely, carrying a certain ceremonial feeling.
"Learning Li Hu's sleeve knife too?"
Zhang Yuanshang above saw the short knife, seemingly stirred with memories, but quickly noticed Li Yan's expression, his lips curled into a playful smile, "Interesting..."
In this world, martial artists learned martial arts to kill.
