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Master Zhang clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth, "Aren't you afraid of damaging the Dark Plum Pavilion's signboard by doing this?"

The manservant behind him also laughed, as if he was mocking a fantasy, "What does our Dark Plum Guild do? We kill people the most. Do you know the best way to keep this a secret? Look, behind you, the 17th prince knows that you want to murder him