What a Long Speech, and Then...

Zhao Can looked at Wang Yuan. "Why did you kill him?"

Wang Yuan's eyes went wide. "I killed him?"

Zhao Can, Zhang Ningxin, Hua Xuening, and Zhuge Xiaohua all nodded. "Mm-hmm."

Wang Yuan leaned against a tree. "Let's be reasonable here. Not a single wound on his body was caused by me!"

Hua Xuening said, "But you gave him the final blow!"

Zhuge Xiaohua said, "That fatal blow was yours!"

Zhao Can said, "They'd already sealed and covered the bleeding wound just to preserve his last breath. Why did you pull his hand away and tear open the wound, making him unable to hold on to even that last breath?"

Zhang Ningxin shook her head. "Idiot."

Wang Yuan raged, "You... you... you're framing me! You're setting me up and dumping the blame on me! You're... you're... talking bullshit!"

The four of them all spoke at once, and even Zhao Can took the three beauties' side.

"You admitted it, didn't you? You did it. The four of us saw it clearly, right, ladies?"

"Exactly, exactly!"

"This guy is so cruel. He actually killed someone!"

"Yeah! I shot him with so many arrows and still couldn't bear to kill him!"

Wang Yuan flew into a furious rage. "You... you... I... I'll fight you! Blood Flowing Great Method! Ah—!"

Pfft—!

Wang Yuan felt every wound on his body burst open at once. Blood gushed out, and his mind went blank in an instant.

He muttered, "Fuck... I... I forgot..."

Watching Wang Yuan collapse, Zhao Can pointed at him and scolded him.

"Come on, brother! You've got so many bleeding wounds, so don't go using some Blood Flowing Great Method! Do you even have any blood left? Do you? Fuck! What an idiot!"

Zhao Can held up his severed arm. "Look, ladies, I told