Bai Jinzi shoved Lu Chengwen's hand away.
"You... you're twisting words! You... you, you... that's not what I meant..."
Lu Chengwen snorted and turned around. "My two brothers and I are right here. If the Bai family wants revenge and wants to kill us now, it couldn't be easier. Do it!"
Long Aotian grew nervous.
Lu Chengwen was worked up.
The previous battle had hurt Lu Chengwen too deeply.
He had trusted Tianwu, only for Tianwu to force him into a situation where he had no choice but to slaughter people.
A bleeding-heart like Lu Chengwen would have bloodshot eyes while killing, then regret it afterward, feeling that many of those people were strangers to him, people he did not even know, and they should never have died by his hand.
But back then, everyone had their own position. If you did not kill, others would kill you.
That was war! It had always been that way, from ancient times to the present.
Lu Chengwen did not understand war. He hated war. He only wanted to drink, chase women, fall in love, and make a fortune.
But how could he truly avoid conflict in this world?
Now that he had returned, his feelings were completely different from before.
There was a ball of fire trapped in his heart, but he did not know how to put it out.
And he still had to force himself to keep working with Tianwu, with the Jiang Family, and perhaps in the future, with other clans and powerful families he despised.
Lu Chengwen had always been calm, self-serving, and flexible enough to bend when necessary. Yet now, he was ready to throw everything away at the slightest provocation.
His mental state was extremely unstable.
That might get him killed.
Long Aotian took half a