Old Man Wu said nothing and merely watched from the side.
The Old Dean was seething inside.
That idiot Shan Jianqing still believed Lu Chengwen would not dare kill him, even now.
He thought he understood Lu Chengwen. He believed that no rational person would kill him.
A rational analysis.
Killing Shan Jianqing now would take nothing more than a single swing of a staff.
But the consequence would be the Elder Council losing face, and Lu Chengwen offending the Number One Under Heaven ancient martial arts organization.
Not killing Shan Jianqing, on the other hand, would practically mean the Elder Council owed Lu Chengwen a favor.
But had he stopped to consider whether Lu Chengwen still had any rationality left?
Shan Jianqing gritted his teeth. "Lu Chengwen, how dare you injure me like this!"
Lu Chengwen held out a hand, and flames ignited in his palm.
"Before I kill you, I'll let you enjoy yourself first."
"What are you doing?! Take it away! Get that thing away from me! If you dare burn me with that, I won't say anything! I won't give you even a single scrap of Sky Net intelligence—!"
Lu Chengwen slapped the flames onto his wound.
Shan Jianqing rolled wildly across the ground.
A man who had been unable to move at all moments ago was now rolling back and forth, his limbs nimble, his movements quick, his voice loud and full of strength.
The Old Dean turned to Old Man Wu. "Talk him down! Keeping him alive would be useful!"
Nan Ji said, "Getting too involved may not be a good thing. We have no desire to make decisions for Lu Chengwen. His choice may differ from ours, but that does not necessarily make it wrong. We also want to know what Lu Chengwen