"Keep a close eye on the Shanhe Society side, watch them like a hawk. I have a bad feeling about this—if this little brother isn't dead, he'll be a source of endless trouble!"
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Wang Han panted heavily.
He stroked the horse's head, its back drenched in sweat.
Wang Han channeled a stream of Qi into the horse.
The horse finally regained some vitality, nuzzling its large head against Wang Han.
Wang Han lay back on the hillside and lit a cigarette.
Today's lesson had been a massive and costly one!
The Heavenly Remnant Sword was lost!
Six billion had been poured down the drain!
And he had even given away a money-making craft.
A smile touched Wang Han's face. Back in his old playing days, there rarely were this many twists and turns; this time, he had brushed against the high-stakes game played by the supreme overlords of the hidden Jianghu.
"A bunch of old bastards, each one scummier than the last, traps laid one after another! Little Wang boy here got his fill of lessons today!"
Wang Han's thoughts gradually grew calm.
He sorted through the sequence of events.
He thought of Chen Xunzang. Chen Xunzang had an unblemished reputation within the Red Lotus Sect, and Zhou Tianxiong wouldn't dare touch him. When Wang Han had cursed up a storm at the racecourse today, Zhou Tianxiong would undoubtedly send Zhang Ying to silence him.
He remembered how Zhou Chuchu had even run over earlier to urge Wang Han to run for his life.
Wang Han blew out a smoke ring, finally connecting the dots. …
Chapter 457