Ah!
Like a fish out of water, Sun Bolan's eyes flew wide. Before he could scream, his mouth had barely opened when a chunk of meat was stuffed inside.
It was the meat from the table, rammed straight into his mouth. Blood and muffled sounds spilled out together. Not only could those outside hear nothing—even Bo Yan, standing right before him, could only read Sun Bolan's agony from his wide-eyed, twisted expression.
"Mmgh..." Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth. Sun Bolan pointed at Bo Yan, his face full of disbelief.
A dog that could never turn over in his palm had actually bitten him?
Was this bastard not afraid of Prince Qi's Residence hunting him down?
Bo Yan watched coldly, a surge of pleasure rising in his heart. His hand did not stop. With a vicious twist, the meat in Sun Bolan's mouth could no longer hold back the blood. It was forced out in a gush mixed with fragments of internal organs.
As Bo Yan withdrew his blade, the corpse hit the floor with a thud.
"Ah!" A brief scream came from the doorway at the same moment.
Bo Yan turned and reached the door in several strides. Pulling it open, he saw several brothers dragging two corpses inside.
Jiang Bo was meticulous. He took the wine from the private room's table and splashed it by the doorway, then wiped it down. The scent of wine covered the smell of blood. So long as no one pushed open the door, those outside would never know a murder had taken place here.
"Go. Cut off his head and return to Prince Dai's Residence. We'll first pay a visit to Mr. Wen!" Bo Yan ordered directly. He knew that Mr. Wen had a grudge against Sun Bolan.
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