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Wu Decheng wiped the filth from his face and silently watched Li Banfeng.
His aims today had been to kill Boss Ye and earn merit in front of Lu Maoxian. He would win back the Pure Conduct Society's reputation, which Tang Peigong had thrown away, and seize a higher position within the Pure Conduct Society.
Wu Decheng might have lost the match, but it would not be too late to achieve his aims if he killed Boss Ye now.
Yue Qingsong, a level-four Poison Cultivator, reminded him, "Master, the other disciples have arrived as well. We can strike at any moment."
Wu Decheng clenched his hands into fists. Nevertheless, he ultimately calmed down, had the injured disciples taken away, and left the venue.
He had just decided to kill Boss Ye, so why had he changed his mind so quickly?
Wu Decheng had roamed the jianghu long enough to read the situation clearly. He did not care about others pointing fingers at him. He understood this principle well: "The victor becomes king. The loser is branded a criminal." The problem was that it would be very difficult to kill Boss Ye now.
His earlier plan had been based on the assumption that Boss Ye would be careless. Now, it seemed that not only had Boss Ye not let his guard down, but he had even set a trap for him. The two skinny men on the stage were not easy opponents. Boss Ye appeared to have no support hooks, but they were likely hidden among the crowd.
There was nothing to be gained from continuing this standoff, so Wu Decheng withdrew decisively.
Seeing them leave in haste, Li Banfeng...
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