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Pang Jianguo wore a righteous expression, his gaze piercing as he stared at him, "Of course not, but if you confess truthfully, I can consider leaving you an intact body."
Huang Fei's mouth twisted, "I thank Lord Pang for his kindness, but since I, Huang Fei, have chosen this path, I'm not concerned about what happens after death."
"Very well then." Pang Jianguo replied without anger, "Take him away, have the prisoner Huang Fei sent to the dungeon to await execution!"
As Huang Fei was being escorted by the government officials past Xia Yongtu, he turned his head to glance at him, "Master Xia, if fate allows, we'll meet in the underworld!"
People like them, with blood on their hands, were surely bound for hell after death.
A strange expression flickered on Xia Yongtu's face.
Wu Santong realized late, "Brother Xia, do you... do you know this man?"
Xia Yongtu remained silent.
