Beauty was a hero's grave.
This ancient truth applied not only to men, but to women as well.
For Wenwu and Ying Li, they had both been immersed in the illusion of happiness for far too long—so long that they had forgotten who they were.
At that moment, this was what Wenwu believed.
He had let his guard down too much and failed to arrange for any Ten Rings Brotherhood subordinates to protect his wife in secret.
Ying Li had trusted him too much and had not taken the slightest precaution against her enemies coming for her.
Whenever he thought of it, Wenwu felt unbearable pain, as though his heart were being twisted by a knife.
That night, Wenwu put the Ten Rings Relic back on and led his son Shang-Chi into his enemies' casino alone, strolling in as though he were taking a leisurely walk.
As for who the boss behind the people who had killed Ying Li was, Wenwu only needed the Ten Rings Brotherhood to investigate a little to find out.
Protecting her would have taken only a word from him, yet Wenwu did not understand that until he had lost her forever.
It was already too late...
His arrogance had killed Ying Li.
Wenwu condemned himself in his heart and involuntarily tightened his grip on young Shang-Chi's hand.
They entered the casino.
The gamblers at the tables had no idea what was about to befall them.
When several gangsters guarding the casino saw Wenwu walk in holding Shang-Chi's hand, they immediately recognized the former emperor of the underworld.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
The blond-haired leader deliberately pretended not to recognize Wenwu. He approached with a large group of men, faintly forming an encirclement around him.
What awaited him, however, was Wenwu's silent fist. One