Hints
And the Brother Sikong he had been thinking about were currently at the scene, watching people mourn.
"Ding, Su Yu took the blame and was implicated. Points +880,000."
Shen Wuxiao received the notification and giggled.
That unlucky fellow Su Yu had run quite fast.
He probably still thought he had dragged Shen Wuxiao into it.
He was feeling guilty in his heart.
Shen Wuxiao was happy to see it happen.
That bastard had his uses.
At the scene, there was joy, worry, and sorrow.
The sorrowful ones were undoubtedly Aiven and those who had followed Feiboli.
Damn it, they had put their entire fortunes and lives on the line to back him. And just like that, the man was dead.
What were they supposed to do now?
After this, would Catherine or Smythe let them off easy?
The worried one was still Smythe.
He was like a mute swallowing bitter herbs—his suffering was beyond words.
This had all been Shen Wuxiao's trap!
But he could not say it.
Taking the blame would not get him killed; he would only suffer a little and endure some torment.
If he said it out loud, he would definitely die!
Shen Wuxiao would chop him into pieces.
He meant literally chop him into pieces, not just as a figure of speech.
The happy ones were naturally Shen Wuxiao, Catherine, and the subordinates following her.
But their happiness was exceedingly low-key.
For instance, Catherine was being very low-key.
With an earbud in, she leaned against Shen Wuxiao's chest.
Shen Wuxiao held her in his arms and could clearly hear waves of music coming from the earbud.
Good Luck Comes...!
Catherine pursed her little lips, her eyes slightly closed, her long lashes trembling gently like butterfly wings.
Her face overflowed with a relaxed, satisfied smile.