Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Brother Xu, I’ll leave this person to you. Handle him as you see fit!” Xia Wan casually pulled out the silver needle from Wen Shu’s hand, leaving no blood trace, just a tiny red dot.
Wen Shu, in pain, clenched his hand, wanting to curse out loud but was intimidated by Xia Wan’s thods.
He pursed his lips, showing a wronged expression.
Xia Wan got up to leave.
Since Wen Shu knew nothing, they had to find other clues.
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