At night, a band of brigands used the cover of darkness to storm Black Earth Territory. Yet their target was not the ordinary civilians, but the castle where Lu Xingshi resided.
Then... they were wiped out to the last man.
"I have to say, you really are well trained." Lu Xingshi looked at the scar-faced man at the front. One glance told him the man was no decent sort.
The man was the leader of these brigands. Even after being captured, he still wore an unruly expression, cold snorts slipping from his nostrils now and then.
"Release me, or else..." The man opened his mouth with a threat.
Yet Lu Xingshi slapped him across the face with a flick of his hand. Not only did it stop him from speaking, it shattered a mouthful of good teeth.
"I do not care what you want to say, nor do I care who is directing you from behind the scenes. I only wanted to see you so I could torture you. It is that simple." Lu Xingshi smiled pleasantly.
The moment they made their move, they had charged straight for his castle. That was ironclad proof that they were not brigands at all, but white gloves for certain nobles.
They were undoubtedly here for the perfume formula.
Lu Xingshi had not expected these nobles to be so short-sighted.
Still, that was a good thing for Lu Xingshi.
The more short-sighted they were, the greater his chances of successfully driving wedges between them.
Once chaos began to brew, he would be able to rise with the tide.
Hearing Lu Xingshi's words, the scar-faced man's expression changed. He had considered countless possibilities, but never imagined that Lu Xingshi would say something like this.
Under normal circumstances, Lu Xingshi should have been hopping mad and