Prediction

Prediction

Yang Wanjun's words could not convince the Long family at all.

What kind of nonsense was that?

Under the protection of the clan guards, Long Qingyuan quickly left as well.

That made Yang Wanjun feel utterly miserable.

But on second thought, he had torn Old Master Long's pants just now. It should have fallen out, right?

He immediately began searching the ground, but no matter how he searched, he could not find it.

He only found a button that had popped off the pants.

But that was not a miniature bomb either.

He chased after them.

The instant he ran out, he could still see Shen Wuxiao at the villa over there, not yet far away.

Shen Wuxiao was looking this way too.

Seeing this, Yang Wanjun knew the danger had passed.

The bomb was remote-controlled.

Shen Wuxiao should have wanted to detonate it, but his actions had drawn the clan guards over.

That made blowing Long Qingyuan to death far less meaningful, because there would be no one to take the blame.

If an old man in such a high position really died because of this, Shen Wuxiao would not get away unscathed either.

In fact, Shen Wuxiao had deliberately stood there.

To avoid exposing the fact that he knew Yang Wanjun could use Mind Reading, he still had to make his lie hold together.

As the saying went, the clever often got tripped up by their own cleverness.

He fancied himself blessed with a Golden Finger, able to hear what Yang Wanjun was thinking, with victory firmly in his grasp.

That caused him to imagine all sorts of things even over matters that did not exist.

When something had not happened, he would instinctively credit it to himself.

Yang Wanjun looked at Shen Wuxiao, and Shen Wuxiao