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... g on the ground refused to confess to his death,
Two bodyguards stepped forward, their batons falling with every grunt until the sound of cracking bones could be heard.
The man was nearly beaten to a pulp, yet he resolutely wouldn’t utter a single word.
“Zhang Ping, how many years have you been with the Liu Family?”
The man addressed trembled as he spoke, “Ei-eight years.”
Zhang Ping was the son of the Ji Family’s driver and nanny, in ancient times his sta ...
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