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The young man in white stood atop the courtyard wall, looking down indifferently. He paid no mind to the dead Xu Tong on the ground. Instead, he fixed his gaze on Qin Shoucheng, whose face looked rather unpleasant. Whether it was an illusion or not, Zeng Anmin thought he saw a trace of schadenfreude on the young man in white's face.
"Director Qin, how could a mere Seventh Grade ant make you so flustered?" His voice was leisurely.
Qin Shoucheng's expression was already poor, and upon hearing the young man in white's words, his gaze turned downright hostile. This was exactly why scholars of the Confucian Dao despised Martial Artists. He was just about to speak when a deep voice rang out from behind him.
"Bai Ziqing."
