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... ong someone was, they couldn’t win against sheer numbers. Zheng Yu’s face was swollen and bruised, and he had probably broken a few ribs.
In the end, he was only able to escape thanks to a few of his more loyal underlings dragging him away, barely holding onto his life. As Zheng Yu was carried off, he shot a venomous glare at Qi Lin.
But Qi Lin simply smirked, his lips curving into a devilish grin. He was beginning to enjoy this feeling of power and influence that money brought. ...
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