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"Father, what a brilliant idea! The martial arts world of Xia Country is stubborn and conservative, gradually declining. If we bring in assassins directly from abroad, there's no way Zhou Yang won't be taken down!"
Xia Zhen said excitedly.
Xia Zhonglin nodded, gestured for his son to leave first, and then dialed a phone number.
If the old gentleman in Haicheng was willing to help, an assassin could arrive in Yuncheng by tonight, ensuring Zhou Yang wouldn't see tomorrow's sunrise!
The call connected.
A woman's voice came through the phone, clear, cold, and noble, with a hint of displeasure as she asked, "Who is this?"
Xia Zhonglin couldn't help but bow slightly as a sign of respect, and chuckled, "This is Xia Zhonglin from Yuncheng, I'd like to send my regards to Elder Xie."
"Xia Zhonglin?"
The woman on the phone repeated the name as if recalling who he was, then asked, "What do you want?"
"Ah...well..."