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As for the cooperation Ya mentioned earlier, he hadn't given it a second thought.
Jiang Che's child by his side, he didn't even glance at her.
But Jiang Che looked odd—besides holding the hand of a shabby little girl, he wore a blood-stained white coat, and had a string of revolting intestines hanging around his neck, yellow fat globules stuck to them, yet Jiang Che showed no intention of removing them.
If he wasn't a hundred percent sure this guy was human, he'd have been terrified by the sight already.
He only sized him up for a moment before withdrawing his gaze; he intended to take care of Jiang Che right here, then use the bracelet to make his escape.
As for Ya?
Dealing with her was just an afterthought.
Ya wasn't wrong—Wang Bing also didn't really agree with the idea that the strong should go it alone; he thought true strength was in joining forces with other strong players.
But the one he wanted to join with wasn't her.
"Daddy, is this your friend?" Tuantuan could feel the murderous intent radiating from Wang Bing; she stared coldly at him and stepped forward to stand in front of Jiang Che.
She was going to handle Wang Bing somewhere out of Jiang Che's sight—couldn't let Daddy think of her as a bad child.
No, she couldn't let her prey see her as a ruthless killer!
Hmph!
As soon as Jiang Che felt fear, she'd kill him.
But she didn't want that fear to come from anyone else—it had to be fear of her!
Wang Bing frowned at the girl blocking his path. She looked about seven or eight, her head reaching just to an adult's waist.