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"": "The door did not open.
There were no footsteps inside, either.
Luo Bin knocked hard several more times, but there was still no response.
Had Zhang Baijiao run away?
Luo Bin suddenly raised his leg and kicked the door hard.
With a muffled crash, the Medicine Shop's door burst open. It struck the wall and bounced back, but Luo Bin pushed it aside with both hands and stepped inside.
The bitter, foul smell of traditional Chinese medicine still filled the air.
He could also faintly hear a little flailing.
The sound was so quiet that it was barely audible even here. Through the door, he could not have heard it at all.
Luo Bin strode toward the sound, where a cloth curtain hung.
With a soft swish, he swung his knife, and the curtain fell.
What greeted his eyes was none other than Zhang Baijiao.
Only now, Zhang Baijiao was hanging from a loop of hemp rope. His feet swung helplessly in the air, and his hands clutched desperately at the rope around his neck. It had dug deep into his skin, and his face was purple-red from suffocation!
He was almost hanged to death!
Luo Bin's expression changed slightly, but he did not dare approach Zhang Baijiao directly. With his other hand, he drew another knife from the Leather Belt and abruptly flung it.
There was a faint metallic swish.
The rope snapped with a crack, and Zhang Baijiao hit the floor with a thud. Clutching his neck, he coughed violently and gulped down air. The purple-red color finally began to fade from his face...
After a long while, Zhang Baijiao recovered and shakily stood up.
"Xiao Luo... you came just in time..."
Zhang Baijiao's face was bleak.
Luo Bin's brow furrowed even more