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When Sheng Jinsen received the call, he had just arrived at the racecourse, where his buddies had invited him to go horse racing. It had been a while since he'd had any fun, so he happily agreed.
He had just changed into his riding gear and had the chosen horse led out when his cell phone suddenly rang.
At that moment, Sheng Jinsen was pumped up and not yet started racing, and he didn't want to take the call.
But Old Wang's call was like a life-or-death summon, bound to blast Sheng Jinsen out of his enjoyment.
He walked back with a dark expression, intending to shout a few irritated words, but Old Wang's heart-wrenching voice came through instead.
"Young Master, you must come back immediately. The old master has had an accident, killed by Song Weiyi."
Hearing Old Wang's words, Sheng Jinsen even chuckled, "Old Wang, are you joking during broad daylight? If the old man really got himself killed, then just see to his funeral arrangements, right?"