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Jing Yun Zhao only stood by and watched, watching whether Jiang Wen Sheng could protect his own limbs.

It was no more than just a personal vendetta, for what reason did he have to resort to such cruel methods in order to cripple her? If the Heavens sin, it can be forgiven; but if you sabotage yourself, you will not live.1

There weren’t many people in the group that had arrived, only seven of them, but their movements were fast.2 After they came in, three of them were responsible for viciously beating up Jiang Wen Sheng while the other four focused on trashing the store’s interior. Because they were exhorted by Hua Zei before coming to get things done as fast as possible, so even though they noticed Jing Yun Zhao, no one chased her out. Of course, there also wasn’t anyone who recognized her to be the ‘Black Devil King’ who’d swept the entire street of people clear last night.

These seven people were all ferocious people around Hua Zei and they all wore masks. Their movements were swift as they pressed down Jiang Wen Sheng onto the floor and grabbed a stool, before smashing it down onto his legs. They violently struck it several times with the seat and left the store once they had confirmed it was permanently crippled.

Jing Yun Zhao smiled in secret, her gaze unfathomable.

She felt that her heart had hardened compared to before. Although she had been imprisoned for murder in her past life, but that was in self-defense. Now, this very man in front of her was beaten into this sad state because of her. She was a doctor, so she knew when there was no hope for recovery, for example Jiang Wen Sheng’s case.

However, she had no regrets.

Once those people left, the room was filled with deafening silence. Jing Yun Zhao walked out from the mess to stand in front of Jiang Wen Sheng, staring at him in pity, “ Uncle Jiang, does it hurt?”

Jiang Wen Sheng bared his teeth and roared in pain, but there was also some pleading in his gaze.

“If you’d known earlier that being crippled of your limbs tastes like this, I wonder if you’d still choose to harm me so viciously.” The ‘pitiful’ gaze she had for him just before was non-existent, replaced with her usual chilling eyes. “I’m not the reason why your tea house has fallen into such a state, it’s because your management was poor and mistook the Heartbreak Grass. Speaking of, if I hadn’t showed up to save those three people, the amount of reimbursement you would owe them wouldn’t be a measly 600,000 yuan. It’s fine if you didn’t thank me, but you still went to get Black Panther.”

Jing Yun Zhao suddenly smiled and tried to reassure him, “On the bright side, Black Panther is in a worse state than you are right now. Don’t blame him for not finishing his mission, he’s done his best.”

Once she was done, Jing Yun Zhao gave him another look and left, calling for an ambulance on her way out as a last courtesy.

Those limbs wouldn’t be able to recover anyway, he would become a cripple for the rest of his life.

The first thing she did when she was out of the teahouse was to grip tightly onto the Hulu jade pendant around her neck.

If it wasn’t for it, she would have been able to learn any medical skills, any martial arts. If she had offended Jiang Wen Sheng and Black Panther under those circumstances, she would definitely be living a life more miserable than her previous.

An hour later, some of the staff in Yu Ling Pavilion started gossiping in whispers.

“Psst, I heard Boss Jiang was beaten up by someone. It was terrible! My friend from the hospital told me one of his arms and legs were crippled...”

“Their shop is seriously messy, everything inside is broken. I heard it was Miss Jing who found Jiang Wen Sheng being beaten up when she passed by, and she even called the ambulance! Otherwise, who knows how much longer he’d stay lying there?”

“Isn’t that right? Didn’t the police come to take her statement just now? Miss Jing said when she found him like that, she was seriously terrified. She only saw that those people had masks on, so it’s impossible to identify who was the culprit...”

Jing Yun Zhao was sitting upstairs and continued to calmly sip at her tea as she listened to this conversation.