The following days.
He An was either at home or at the Town Martial Division, never giving the other party the slightest opportunity to exploit.
He did this to wear down that man's patience.
That way, when he exposed a flaw, the other party would not think too much and would strike at once to assassinate him.
Things indeed unfolded just as He An had expected.
In the shadows.
The middle-aged man's eyes glinted with murderous malice, his face twisted viciously.
"You son of a bitch, this kid must have noticed something. Otherwise, he wouldn't be hiding his head in his shell like a turtle all this time."
"The more he acts like this, the more it proves he has a guilty conscience."
"He stole my things and thinks he can hide from it? Where in the world is there such a good deal?"
Gritting his teeth, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. "Blood-Connecting Pills. My Blood-Connecting Pills."
"If it weren't for you, I'd have already entered the ranks by now."
"Just wait. The moment you stick your head out of that shell, I'll twist it clean off."
The reason he was so anxious was that he knew perfectly well that He An definitely still had at least one Blood-Connecting Pill in his possession.
Just one pill.
With it, he could break through and enter the ranks.
But the more time passed, the more worried he became.
If He An used the Blood-Connecting Pill, or gave it to someone else—
Even if he killed He An, it would be too late to change anything!!
"Next time. Next time, as long as there's even the slightest chance, I can't keep waiting. I'm certain he took it!" the middle-aged man muttered.
Another two or three days passed.
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