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Lu Yuanshan held the longsword steady. It was his strongest enchanted artifact. If he struck now, Lu Maoxian would die without question.
The tip of the blade remained fixed on the narrow slit in the rickshaw hood. Yet he did not move.
He Haiqin grew impatient. "You youngsters never learn. Show mercy now, and he will show you none later."
Lu Yuanshan still didn't strike. It wasn't that he couldn't bring himself to kill Lu Maoxian. He simply didn't want to bear the blame that would come after.
Tan Fucheng, the rickshaw driver, quickly understood what was going on, and said, "I will go check on the Second Young Master."
Seeing this, He Haiqin asked, "Should I step away as well?"
Lu Yuanshan nodded. "Uncle He, keep watch for me. I'm worried that old bastard didn't come alone."
"Yuanshan, isn't that why you called me here? To deal with anyone who shows up to help him?
"Whether they come in the shadows or out in the open, let them come. Today, I will show you what I can do. Even if he brings an army, I will clean them up for you. That should put your mind at ease."
"Much appreciated, Uncle He."
Tan Fucheng headed toward the alley entrance.
He Haiqin walked a little farther off. With his back to Lu Yuanshan, he faced the wall and lit a cigarette.
Lu Yuanshan thrust his sword down.
Splash!
Blood splattered across his face.
It was thick, salty, and sticky. Lu Yuanshan lowered his head and looked. It wasn't Lu Maoxian's blood. It was his own.
He had thrust the sword straight into his own abdomen.
Lu Yuanshan's...
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