Lu Chengwen's bloody hand slowly slid down Feng Nianxia's face as he said calmly:
"Let me say it again. I, Lu Chengwen, do not kill lightly. And when I do kill, I don't need to make it so troublesome with assassination schemes and alibis."
"Ask yourselves—are your heads tougher than the Jiang Family's?"
Lu Chengwen turned around and shouted, "That Feng Family Patriarch who supposedly didn't die! I didn't kill him! But this Jiang Family dog was slaughtered by me, Lu Chengwen! If I dare to kill, I dare to admit it openly! Assassination? Fuck! Whoever I kill, I kill them in the open!"
Everyone was stunned into silence.
At this moment, they truly believed that Lu Chengwen was not the assassin.
He had no need to be!
He had butchered a member of the Jiang Family like a dog. If he had killed someone from the Feng Family, there was absolutely no reason for him to deny it.
It was like someone confessing to murder, arson, robbery, rape... then claiming he had not stolen a toy water gun from a convenience store. You had to believe that. You just had to!
Behind a large tree in the distance.
Liu Bo was done for.
A subordinate asked, "Young Master, what's wrong with you?"
"Quick, hold me up. We need to get out of here right now. We can't stay in this place. That damn Lu Chengwen is a living King of Hell. He even slaughtered someone from the Jiang Family. It's not safe for me here. These idiots have holes in their heads too, forcing him into this state for what? They're digging their own graves. Go, hurry!"
"But what happened to you... this is..."
"Quit yapping. When he activated that whatever-it-was, I... shit my pants."
"Fuck!"
Feng Nianxia steadied