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Xia Tieshu struggled to keep his balance, but it was only a matter of moments before he was pushed down. Seeing the man moving again, he quickly wrapped his arms around the man's leg. The man, furious, lifted his foot and kicked at Xia Tieshu's back.
"Lord Wang, this could cost someone their life! How will Muxin and the others explain this when they return? Please, have mercy and spare their family!" Aunt Liu cried, tears streaming down her face as she knelt before Wang Shoucai's family. Her act of desperation prompted Er Dan and several villagers to wipe their tears and kneel alongside her.
"Get out of here! This is a matter between the Wang family and the Xia family; it has nothing to do with you. If Xia Muxin has the ability, let her come and take back the grain!" Wu Family shouted as he stepped forward, shoving Aunt Liu to the ground and pointing angrily at everyone.
"Move for me! Hurry up!" Wang Shoucai sneered maliciously, completely ignoring the group kneeling before him as he loudly ordered his servants.
Xia Tieshu felt a sharp pain as the burly man kicked him hard. Despite the agony that shot through him, he refused to let go, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he clung desperately to the man's leg.
Seeing this, the burly man became enraged. He spat into his hand, gathering strength for another kick aimed at Xia Tieshu. However, just in time, Aunt Xia rushed in to intervene. Unfortunately, as she lunged forward, the man's powerful hand swung out, causing Aunt Xia to crash face-first into him while his foot landed squarely in her abdomen.
"Mother..."
"Mother..."
"Aunt Xia..."
Countless heart-wrenching voices echoed simultaneously, yet Aunt Xia slowly closed her eyes, a pool of blood seeping from her body, staining the hem of her garment red in an instant...
*
At Fushou Tower, a small figure approached and whispered into Uncle Bingzi's ear. Uncle Bingzi, who was happily enjoying Pumpkin Cake, nearly choked. He quickly finished what was in his hands, wiped his mouth, and hurriedly ran away.
"Shen Heir is here!"
Entering the study on the third floor, he saw a dark figure sitting at the desk, flipping through something. Uncle Bingzi felt as if his legs were made of lead, unable to move, and stammered at the door.
Shen Muhan looked exhausted, pinching the bridge of his nose. His Cold Eyes glanced coldly at Uncle Bingzi, who felt as if his legs were no longer his own, trembling uncontrollably under that chilling gaze.
However, the air was thick with the smell of blood. Confused, Uncle Bingzi mustered the courage to look at Shen Muhan, only to see his complexion pale and lips white, with blood seemingly dripping from his arm.
Realizing this, Uncle Bingzi was terrified. Just as he was about to speak, a gust of wind swept through, and in an instant, he felt as if something had attached itself to him, pulling him into the study. Moments later, he found himself sprawled over the desk, losing his balance.
Just as he was about to plead for mercy, he heard two words that were low-pitched yet magnetic and chilling to the bone: "Shut up."
Uncle Bingzi's eyes widened in shock as he swallowed the words that were about to escape his lips.
"Shen Muhan, you little brat, I know you're here. Come out quickly! You've made Sister Xiuning cry for you every day. Are you even a man?"
- End of Chapter -
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