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He then looked deeply at Li Muhao, as if trying to see through him.

Then he stopped messing with Qian Zhong's innards, drew his dagger, and let Qian Zhong sit on the ground. "Then I'll give you some face."

Li Muhao was stunned.

He begged Cheng Qing to let him live. Although his words were sincere, he didn't dare to entertain too much hope.

Of the four people from the Long Wind Gang, Cheng Qing had killed them just like that.

Judging from his appearance, he was indeed prepared to kill Qian Zhong just now.

Such a person was decisive in killing. How could he easily listen to someone else's request? Moreover, it was an unrelated person like him.

Li Muhao had always listened to fate, but he had never expected that Cheng Qing would actually agree to it.

It was clean and clean, without any hesitation at all.

Just like the way he killed people.

Li Muhao didn't react in time.

"Thank you brother!" Li Muhao regained his senses, hurriedly clasping his fist again, "May I ask Brother's name?"

"Cheng Qing." When Cheng Qing said this, he looked at Li Muhao with a strange look, as if he was recalling a past.

Cheng Qing was indeed reminded of the past. When he was the Head of the High Scholar, this Li Muhao was one of his most capable subordinates.

He'd taken a careful look just now, and although the young man in front of him hadn't yet lost his childishness and resolution, he was indeed quite similar to Li Muhao, and had indeed been poor at Glazed City.

"I must repay this kindness!" Li Muhao said in a serious tone, full of gratitude.

Cheng Qing waved his hand, signaling him to take Qian Zhong away.

Li Muhao tore a strip of cloth from his robe and wrapped it around Qian Zhong's wound before helping him leave. Before leaving, he gave Cheng Qing a deep look.

Even after Li Muhao and his men left, the onlookers couldn't calm down for a long time. They all stared at Cheng Qing, their faces filled with shock, surprise, doubt, and reverence.

Everyone knew that Cheng Qing was no longer the same youth that was always being bullied by others.

Not only that, but this young man had already become a character that couldn't be underestimated!

Some people were excited, thinking that Cheng Qing had done a good job by killing the Long Wind Gang's villains and venting their anger at being bullied.

Some people looked worried, feeling that once Cheng Qing provoked the Long Wind Gang and the government, there would be endless trouble in the future.

Some people were very afraid. Looking at the corpses of the Long Wind Gang on the ground, they just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

Cheng Qing did not care about this.

He walked towards the terrified Lin Xin, smiled, and pulled her hand, "Let's go."

Naturally, there would be people managing the corpses of the members of the Long Wind Gang.

Lin Xin still hadn't recovered from the gore as she nodded her head dumbly. After being pulled by Chen Qing, she finally had a reaction. She sighed and quickly said, "The stall hasn't been confiscated yet …"

The soup pancake stand was the only thing their lives depended on. Without it, they wouldn't be able to live — at least not until now.

Cheng Qing glanced at the soup cake stall and said to Lin Xin, "There's no need to take it, there's no need."

After that, he dragged the confused Lin Xin and left.1

He held her hand tightly, afraid to lose it.

The place they lived in was very remote, at the end of Funing Street was a dilapidated courtyard with collapsed walls. There were a few rooms, but other than benches and tables, there weren't even any decent beds. Fortunately, Lin Xin had tidied up the rooms very diligently, even though the house was surrounded by walls, it was clean and refreshing.

On the way, Lin Xin remained silent. She wanted to say something, but she hesitated. She looked at Cheng Qing with a complicated expression, both adoration, worry, and puzzlement.

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