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"Bei Xu! Where has Mr. Bei gone? Everyone, search for him! Search!" The angry roar of the wild boar-headed Crown Prince resounded within the King's residence as he furiously swept the books and sundries from the table to the floor.
What he did not know was that in the current Rakshasa Kingdom, there was no longer a Mr. Bei Xu. There were only double-faced nobles, the Yi Taoist.
Now that the fuse of the explosion had been ignited, Yi Chen naturally would not accompany that wild boar-headed Crown Prince in the King's residence any longer. He only wanted to watch the drama unfold.
Tongfu Inn.
Yi Chen pushed open the window. Outside, the noise of the crowd was deafening. They were the unfortunate souls who had heavily invested in the King, and they were also small kegs of gunpowder.
It must be said, Yi Chen greatly admired the King's executive ability; the man was truly capable.