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“Jiyue, what’s wrong with you?” Li Xiyun nearly broke down, feeling helpless as she saw Liu Jiyue in such a state. She didn’t dare to approach him, caught between fear and concern. Liu Jiyue was her fiancé, and she was carrying his child. Now that he had become like this, she couldn’t bear to think about how her future would unfold. Who would want to marry an old man?
Li Xiyun's parents were equally shocked. Li Daotian, despite his dislike for Liu Jiyue, felt a pang of worry for his daughter upon seeing her fiancé suddenly transformed like this.
“Jiang Chen, Jiyue spoke out of turn; you could have just scolded him a bit. How could you let him end up like this?” Li Daotian stammered, overwhelmed by the shocking events of the day.
“Uncle Li, considering your status as a local, I’ve already shown considerable restraint. Taking away fifty years of his life is merely a minor punishment; otherwise, he would have died countless times already,” Jiang Chen replied indifferently.
The crowd shuddered at his words, filled with dread towards Jiang Chen. The ease with which he had taken away someone’s fifty years of life was beyond comprehension. Even Gu Yun Nan was deeply shaken.
“What kind of person is this young man? When did the Huaxia Magic world produce such a prodigy?” Gu Yun Nan thought to himself, increasingly impressed by Jiang Chen.
Li Daotian stared blankly at Jiang Chen, as if he were a mere mortal gazing at a god atop the clouds. In that moment, he felt powerless and didn’t know what to say. With Jiang Chen’s current strength and status, he could no longer ask for anything more.
Li Xiyun couldn’t accept it. She looked at the aged Liu Jiyue and shook her head in despair, nearly losing her mind.
Han Baiying saw her son in such a state and immediately broke free from Ding Yan’s grasp, rushing to embrace Liu Jiyue. He looked frail and old, his eyes clouded; one could easily mistake him for Han Baiying’s grandfather.
“Mr. Jiang, I’m willing to return five hundred billion immediately; I just ask that you spare my brother. He’s still young; he can’t end up like this!” Liu Toukang pleaded desperately.
“Li Shao, I remember telling you that I detest liars the most. You should understand me by now. Your brother has paid the price; your Liu Family must also face consequences,” Jiang Chen replied with a faint smile.
Upon hearing Jiang Chen's words, Liu Toukang’s expression changed dramatically. Jiang Chen would not easily let them off; taking away his brother's fifty years of life was merely the first step in punishing the Liu Family.
Liu Toukang didn’t want to become an old man himself. At that moment, he disregarded his status as the young master of the Liu Family and fell to his knees.
“Mr. Jiang, it’s all my fault. I will make amends in the future; please forgive me and our Liu Family,” Liu Toukang begged earnestly.
“It’s a bit late to regret now. Of course, I won’t kill you, but while death may be avoided, living with consequences is inevitable,” Jiang Chen said again as he reached out to take thirty years from Liu Toukang's lifespan and another thirty from Han Baiying's.
Liu Toukang collapsed on the ground, instantly aging to sixty years old; even with a strong heart, he found it hard to bear.
Han Baiying looked at her skin resembling old tree bark and fainted immediately. As a wealthy lady who valued her appearance above all else, transforming from a middle-aged woman into an old hag felt worse than death itself.
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