Lu Chengwen casually tossed Feng Nianxia's head away. It rolled to Feng Nianqiu's feet.
Feng Nianqiu had even forgotten to grieve. An overwhelming terror drowned out the sorrow and pain he should have felt. At that moment, he only felt as though the sky had fallen.
Long Aotian kept a straight face as he looked coldly at Feng Nianqiu. He casually tossed a cigarette behind him, and Lu Chengwen caught it one-handed and put it in his mouth.
Long Aotian flicked on his lighter. Lu Chengwen leaned over to light the cigarette, then patted Long Aotian's hand.
"Senior Disciple Brother, you've worked hard."
Long Aotian said calmly, "You finished the job pretty neatly. Was that guy really so weak?"
Lu Chengwen blew out a puff of smoke. "He thought I was weak, and he was panicking in a hurry, full of mistakes. I figure if it had been you, you wouldn't even need three moves to send him flying."
Long Aotian smiled. "Feng Nianqiu. Heh heh, Feng Nianqiu! Over here!"
"Ah!?" Only then did Feng Nianqiu raise his head and come back to his senses as he looked at Long Aotian.
"I'll give you a chance too. Surrender now, and I'll leave the Feng Family a seed."
Lu Chengwen smoked without saying a word.
Feng Nianqiu turned around and saw Zhao Ritian leading a group of people charging up. Every one of the men behind him had cloth strips tied around their heads.
Feng Nianqiu's face was covered in tears, but he did not even realize he was crying. He was just frantic, just afraid. His mind buzzed so loudly that he could no longer think normally.
Long Aotian looked at him. "Want a cigarette to calm down?"
Long Aotian sighed and tossed him a cigarette. It struck his chest