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Time flew by, and it had been ten years since he was released from prison. Cao Yuanfang had not made an appearance during this time, allowing Jin Jiangming to finally feel at ease. As he approached his seventy-third birthday, he decided not to keep a low profile; instead, he wanted to dispel his bad luck with the joy of celebration and successfully cross this milestone.
Little did he know, turning seventy-three would indeed become a significant hurdle in his life, at least for Jin Jiangming. Since Cao Yuanfang had shown up, it was clear that he would not let things rest easily. Jin Jiangming believed he understood Cao Yuanfang well—he was cunning, vicious, and ruthless, capable of anything.
"Every grievance has its source, and every debt has its owner. Jin Jiangming, rest assured, I will only trouble you. If I were to involve your family, do you think they could have lived peacefully until now? In our line of work, we avoid harming family and never betray friends. But you seem to have forgotten this saying. Now it's time to settle the score. Tell me, how should we clear our accounts?" Cao Yuanfang sneered.
The onlookers stared blankly, unaware of the enmity between the two men. However, since this was a personal matter for Jin Jiangming, they felt it best not to intervene and simply watched the unfolding drama.
"Young Master, it seems Mr. Jin is in trouble," Qin Xiaoya whispered.
Jiang Chen casually cracked sunflower seeds in his hand and replied with a faint smile, "Let's see how it plays out; perhaps it presents an opportunity for us."
Qin Xiaoya and Zeng Xianyi nodded in understanding and turned their attention back to the spectacle.
Jin Jiangming's feelings were difficult to articulate; he was filled with regret for having thrown such a grand celebration. However, it was too late for regrets now; he could only take things one step at a time. Even if Cao Yuanfang was ruthless, he wouldn't dare commit murder in broad daylight.
"Ha! Cao Yuanfang, we have no debts to settle. Your disciple's arrest was merely bad luck; don't blame anyone else. If you must blame someone, blame the police," Jin Jiangming said as calmly as possible. When dealing with a ruthless person, one must maintain their own momentum; showing weakness would only encourage further aggression.
"Very well then. If that's the case, there's nothing more to discuss. This fine red sandalwood coffin is yours to keep," Cao Yuanfang said coldly without further ado.
"W-What do you intend to do? You can't possibly be thinking of murder in broad daylight! The nearest police station is just a mile away! Cao Yuanfang, I advise you not to disregard the law; otherwise, you'll find yourself in prison," Jin Jiangming warned sternly.
"I've faced death countless times; I'm not afraid of it. Besides, Jin Jiangming, if I wanted you dead, there are many ways to do so. I could ensure you die without even realizing it. This coffin may not be needed today but perhaps tomorrow or the day after—you might find it useful sooner than you think. You should keep it close," Cao Yuanfang laughed coldly. Though he hated Jin Jiangming deeply, he had no intention of acting violently here today. His purpose was merely to intimidate Jin Jiangming. Seeing the terror in Jin Jiangming's eyes was enough for him; he intended to let him live in fear for a few days before finally carrying out his revenge.
Jin Jiangming's expression turned grave as he struggled to maintain his composure. He knew that someone like Cao Yuanfang had committed countless heinous acts before; he had heard tales of ancient tombs filled with deadly poisons and even zombies from Cao Yuanfang himself. There were indeed many ways for Cao Yuanfang to kill him—this much Jin Jiangming did not doubt. Given Cao Yuanfang's mindset, if he wanted Jin Jiangming dead, he would surely choose the most vicious method possible. The mere thought sent chills down Jin Jiangming's spine and drained the color from his face.
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