Tang Qingyun looked at Tang Da's puzzled expression, but did not speak to explain anything. Instead, he smiled faintly, picked up the coffee on the coffee table, and took a sip. Then, he stood up from the sofa again, gazed at the scenery outside the window, and revealed a bloodthirsty and cruel smile.
"Lu Tianxing, Third Young Master of the Lu Family, Lu Family, this time I will make you vanish into thin air, using your blood to wash away the disgrace our Tang Family has endured for over twenty years."
"Hahaha..."
Tang Qingyun laughed wantonly, his voice full of arrogance.
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Late autumn is especially cold, and the air is not only cold but also extremely dry, making people feel like their skin is about to crack. Cold winds occasionally howl, carrying sand and dust, making people particularly uncomfortable.
Throughout Beijing, pedestrians wearing masks are everywhere, all in a hurry, with few stopping.
