Zhao Lang looked at the man's furious expression, backed away, and apologized repeatedly. "I'm sorry, I apologize. Please, don't be agitated. Let's talk this out calmly."
The man glanced toward the river, then toward Young Master Xu, and muttered incoherently, "You wicked woman, you've caused such suffering. Today, I am going to kill you! Ah!"
Before the dagger he had raised could strike, two figures flashed in and subdued him. Xuanling pierced the man’s hand with a soft sword, sending the dagger clattering onto the deck, while Young Master Xu used his folding fan to slice directly into the man’s carotid artery. Blood spurted out in a torrent, and the man couldn't even finish a single sentence.
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