As she spoke, the woman hooked one hand around the explosives' fuse and pressed the other onto the elderly woman's shoulder, looking ready to take everyone down with her. "Heh, how tiresome!"
Lian Youming sighed with a smile, but there was no trace of amusement in his eyes, nor any intention of releasing Situ Changhen.
This man would stop at nothing to achieve his ends. He could not be allowed to live.
And he had colluded with the Mountain Guardian, all the more reason to kill him.
Situ Wudi was still smiling. Even with his neck seized and his throat in a stranglehold, he still believed he had control of the situation.
"You... take a look around..."
Lian Youming glanced around and could not help raising his eyebrows.
Only then did he see six grim-faced Martial Artists emerge from all sides, their bodies covered in grenades.
Inside, an attendant who had been pouring wine and tea beside the hall masters also revealed the explosives strapped to his body.
"Kill me, and we'll all go to the Western Heaven together... Heh heh, you bunch of idiots. Who still talks about martial-world rules these days? Trying to settle things with fists and martial arts? You're hopelessly stupid..."
Now the already anxious Hongmen hall masters grew even more nervous. Their faces went deathly pale, shock and fury mingling as their eyelids twitched wildly. They nearly jumped out of their seats in fright.
"Damn you! You dare set us up?"
Situ Changhen spoke with difficulty, letting out one grotesque chuckle after another. "I knew you were all fence-sitters who'd bend whichever way the wind blew. Without a few tricks, how could I get you to stand with me? Now kill him! I want him to die a horrible death..."
Even in peril, the man