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Chu Xiyue hadn't expected this juicy scoop to be connected to Qi Heng's scandal. She listened with great interest, chiming in from time to time. "So that's what happened?" "I never thought Old Master Huang was that kind of person!"

Chu Xiyue's eager responses greatly fueled the paparazzo's urge to talk. He nodded and brought the topic back around. "Exactly. That's why Old Master Huang of the Huang Family is no pushover. Wang Guxin may have pushed the blame onto the Third Madam, but he slept with Old Master Huang's woman and cuckolded him. How could Old Master Huang let him off just because of a few words? That would be seriously underestimating him."

"If this had happened decades ago, he might've ended up dead in a filthy ditch. Things are better these days, so Old Master Huang probably won't kill him—but he'll likely cripple him."

What the paparazzo guessed was not much different from what the system had found out. As if to prove him right, the situation below changed as well.

"Are you done talking?" Old Master Huang turned the thumb ring on his hand and beckoned behind him. "You. Break all three of his legs!"

Wang Guxin's expression changed. He turned to run, but Old Master Huang's henchmen rushed forward and pinned him down.

A heavily tattooed thug holding a baseball bat stepped forward. He raised his hand, brought the bat down, and Wang Guxin's screams rang through the air.

"Ahhh..."

The two paparazzi beside Chu Xiyue seemed to feel his pain. They both sucked in a breath and instinctively clamped their legs together.

Only after Old Master Huang had enjoyed Wang Guxin's miserable state did he look at Ma Jingjing. "Ma, do you have anything else to say?"

Ma Jingjing's face was even paler than before.