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Cripple Chiang lay on the ground, drenched in blood and utterly still.

His son, half-dead from being scalded by a pot of red oil, continued to struggle and howl in agony.

A short distance away, a bald strategist was in a sorry state, choking on a cellphone lodged in his throat, gasping for air.

The bodyguards, felled by Chiang Le's flying daggers, lay on the ground