"Understand, ghost?"
"Qian Tianxing... take a good look at who I really am!"
Long Jiuyuan let out a low laugh. His face was so sinister and terrifying that, combined with the endless darkness around him and his utterly horrifying aura, he looked like a vicious ghost crawling out of hell.
"Y-You're Long Jiuyuan!"
"Y-You didn't die back then?"
As he carefully studied the resolute face before him, Qian Tianxing seemed to recall something. His pupils suddenly contracted, and his face turned pale with shock.
In his mind, the young man before him gradually overlapped with the Long Jiuyuan from seven years ago—the one who had brought unprecedented humiliation upon the Qian Family.
So Long Jiuyuan had never died back then and had been living well all these years?
"Of course I wouldn't die!" Long Jiuyuan's voice was bone-chillingly cold, filled with undisguised killing intent. "But you father and son will definitely die today!"
"One man bears responsibility for his own actions, Long Jiuyuan. Back then, I was the one who discussed the marriage alliance with the Wang Family."
"I'm willing to pay the price for my mistakes. I only hope you can show mercy and spare my son. Xiaoyu wasn't deeply involved in this matter."
Qian Tianxing glanced at his son, who was nearly frightened senseless, and spoke in a deep voice, calmly facing death.
By the end, his tone carried a trace of pleading.
He had learned of Wang Ruxue's death several years ago.
Although neither he nor his son had personally killed Wang Ruxue, they could still be considered indirect murderers.
After all, if Wang Tianhua and he had not joined forces to suppress Wang Ruxue and Long Jiuyuan back then, Long Jiuyuan would not have mysteriously vanished afterward, and Wang Ruxue would not have died on that