When Jin Zuqing nonchalantly spoke those words,
everyone in the room seemed suddenly unprepared.
Especially Wang An, whose faint smirk instantly froze on his face, his eyes filling with disbelief and despair.
Whoosh!
Just as he was about to say something, a streak of crimson light flashed before his eyes.
Wang An stood frozen in place, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.
Moments later, a barely visible line appeared on his neck, and he dropped his cane, frantically clutching his throat with both hands.
A broken string of blood-red beads fell along the wound.
Drip-drop, brilliant blood-red blossoms fell to the ground, and he collapsed backward helplessly, motionless.
Upon witnessing this, all members of the Wang family remained silent, their eyes glazed over.
Even several senior members were shivering uncontrollably, collapsed on the ground.
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