After "Jiang Yuanfeng" melted away, the liquid slowly spread across the ground. Within seconds, however, it evaporated completely, as though it had never existed.
The real Jiang Yuanfeng's corpse, which Lu Daoxing had thrown out, bore a horrifying wound straight through his chest.
He lay faceup on the ground, his face still frozen in the expression he had worn at the moment of death-brows slightly furrowed, eyes filled with a fierce fighting spirit.
Clearly, even in his final moment, he had not realized that death was upon him.
Lu Daoxing spoke calmly. "You thought a crude decoy item like that could fool me?"
"You..."
At that point, Jiang Yuanrui was utterly speechless.
Behind him, Jiang Changqing was dumbfounded as well.
From beginning to end, Jiang Changqing had had no idea what to do. He had simply watched Jiang Yuanrui and Lu Daoxing trade accusations.
He did not even know when his Sixth Uncle, Jiang Yuanfeng, had been replaced by a decoy beside him!
Of the three, Jiang Yuanfeng was the only one who might have been able to fight Lu Daoxing, and Lu Daoxing had killed him effortlessly.
Overwhelming fear made the remaining two completely forget about resisting.
Lu Daoxing spoke again. "Jiang Yuanrui, I knew you were stalling for time, waiting for Jiang Yuanfeng to ambush me. But I kept talking to you anyway. Do you know why?"
"Because... because you were confident you could kill my sixth brother?"
"Because I really did want to talk to you."
Lu Daoxing gestured toward Zhao Longfei. "Got a smoke?"
Zhao Longfei tossed him a cigar.
Lu Daoxing passed one end of the cigar through the faintly visible blue script ripples beside him, lighting it.
A thin stream of white smoke slowly escaped his nostrils, and the tension in his face eased