Chapter Twenty: Passion Everywhere

Qin Qiong never imagined he would encounter Wang Botang here. The horse he was selling had been gifted to him by Wang Botang years ago; now, seeing it in his possession for sale, how could he face his friend? The more he tried to avoid him, the harder it became. Wang Botang had already spotted Qin Qiong, noting that his figure looked a bit thinner. Wang Botang grabbed Qin Qiong, and both struggled, but Qin Qiong could no longer hold back. He turned to Wang Botang with a bitter smile, "Brother, I am shamed before you!" All the frustration, humiliation, and helplessness of recent days welled up inside him, and with a sudden surge, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wang Botang was just feeling the joy of seeing Qin Qiong again, but was caught off guard as Qin Qiong's blood sprayed all over his face and head.

At that moment, Shan Xiongxin arrived with his men, and was startled by the scene in front of the hall. They saw Wang Botang, covered in blood, cradling a burly man whose lips quivered and whose tears fell in great drops.

There is a saying: wailing with sound but no tears, sobbing with tears but no sound. It was a moment when heart and spirit entwined, the kind of pain that does not show unless the sorrow is truly deep.

"Botang, what happened?" Sensing something was wrong, Shan Xiongxin stepped forward to ask Wang Botang.

"My elder brother Qin is dead!" Wang Botang, covered in blood, sat on the ground cradling Qin Qiong. For an ordinary person to spit out so much blood, even if he