Everyone could see that Lu Chengwen had been consumed by rage.
Feng Nianchun's life hung by a thread.
As Guan Shunai stopped Cen Xian'er's bleeding and treated her wounds, she could not help glancing at Lu Chengwen.
My junior sister was stabbed, so why is he this angry? They must have known each other for a long time.
Zhao Ritian got to his feet and wiped away his tears. "Well said! Lu Chengwen, hold him down! Hold him down, you hold him down, and I'll stab him! Leave the remaining ninety-eight cuts to me!"
Zhao Ritian strode over with a knife, bristling with fury. "Damn it, you hurt my master! I'll fucking..."
Lu Chengwen sent Zhao Ritian flying with a kick. "Fuck off! This isn't your turn."
"Ow, fuck!" Zhao Ritian lay on the ground clutching his stomach. "You're just like Long Aotian!"
Lu Chengwen pulled out the knife. Feng Nianchun was already close to death.
Zhai Wancheng stamped his feet anxiously. "Lu Chengwen! If you kill him, the grudge between you and the Guan Family will never be settled!"
"It's already beyond settling." Lu Chengwen said, "I don't have much going for me. I can bend when I have to, sure, but debts must be settled. There are still ninety-eight cuts left."
The Feng Family members were about to charge forward, but Zhai Wancheng stopped them. "Wait! If you rush in like this, Nianchun will definitely die!"
Feng Nianxia gritted his teeth. "He never intended to let my eldest brother live!"
Lu Chengwen gripped Feng Nianchun. "You like making people kneel, huh?"
With a slight exertion of force, Feng Nianchun dropped to his knees again with a smack. The sound of both kneecaps shattering was crystal clear.
"Ah... Lu Chengwen... you bastard... my kneecaps..."
Lu Chengwen pressed the knife