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Chapter 681: Proposing Marriage (3)

Chapter 681: Chapter 681: Proposing Marriage (3)

"Right, his voice is particularly shrill and hoarse. That’s all I know; I heard he seems to have trouble with his legs, unable to stand up. However, his power must be immense because every time I visit him, he is surrounded by different assistants, but I feel their martial skills are all very profound. That’s all I know—I really can’t think of anything else to say. Please, I beg you, spare my life; you have to keep your word!" Wang Jianwen spilled everything he knew.

"So when did you have contact with this mysterious person? What did he want from you? Was there any collaboration?" An Zhifeng ignored Wang Jianwen’s pleas and continued to inquire.

"Collaboration? I—I don’t know. All I know is that during the last auction, he instructed me to buy the Jade Spirit, claiming it was some kind of treasure. But after I delivered it to him, he called it a worthless stone and lost his temper over it. That was the first time I was ever involved with him; there had never been anything before that."

"Right, the previous struggle for the raw jade with the Xuanjin Yu Jade, the funding was also provided by him. It was one of his assistants who approached me, asking if I wanted someone to help elevate the Fulin Group to a new level. I thought it was a good opportunity and accepted the offer, without realizing I was actually pushing myself into an abyss..." Wang Jianwen muttered, it was unclear whether he was speaking to An Zhifeng or just talking to himself, or perhaps lamenting his desperate fate.

"Do you know where this mysterious man lives? Where do you meet him every time?" An Zhifeng kept questioning.

"I don’t know..." Wang Jianwen shook his head in confusion, then nodded slightly, "I know but also feel like I don’t. Each time, someone blindfolds me and drives me there. Yet, I can sense that the distance isn’t too great—probably within Xuandu City, but I have no idea about the exact location."

Wang Jingwen shook her head and suddenly, as if struck by a thought, she slapped her forehead.

"Ah, that’s right! There’s another distinctive feature about this mysterious person—that is, he—ugh! Ugh!"

Before Wang Jianwen could finish speaking, his face suddenly turned purple. He reached for his throat as if something was strangling him and struggled violently.

In less than two seconds, he collapsed to the ground. By the time An Zhifeng and the others reacted, Wang Jianwen was already breathless. His eyes were wide open with rage as if he had seen something inconceivable, filled with shock and terror.

An Zhifeng’s expression darkened, and he walked over to Wang Jianwen’s side to check for any signs of breath.

"He’s dead!"

Everyone’s faces looked troubled.

"Xiao Yoo, call Miss and inform her about this situation."

An Zhiyu nodded, her face grim as she turned and walked into the house, phoning An Yiqing.

When An Yiqing received An Zhiyu’s call, she was having dinner with her family at the An Family Mansion.

"Hello, Xiao Yoo, what’s the situation? Did you get anything out of him?" An Yiqing asked softly.

"Miss, Wang Jianwen is dead, died right in front of us," An Zhiyu said with a low, somber voice.

"Dead?" An Yiqing’s brows raised, a meaningful glint passing through her eyes.

"Yes, he talked to us for a long time, explained a lot of things, and then suddenly passed away."