"Wen Li is dead. You actually killed Wen Li."
Wen Li, the most violent and most promising young leader of the Wen Family, was now dead just like that...
Zhang Xixi's legs went weak. If Wei Mo had not supported her from beside her, she would have collapsed to the ground long ago.
Her nose and lips were now covered in sticky blood plasma. The overwhelming nausea made her vomit outright.
At this moment, everyone snapped awake.
"Mm. I killed him."
The calm voice carried not the slightest trace of emotion.
"Tell me, who should be next?"
The surging lightning in the Great Lightning Owl's eyes made everyone's scalps tingle.
"He's from the Wen Family of the Third Star Region..." a young man with a center-parted hairstyle said fearfully.
"Not interested in knowing... and there's no need to know."
Within the electromagnetic sphere in CICH mode, Mu Fan slowly drew back his right hand, threads of lightning beginning to spread across his fist.
In reality, the Great Lightning Owl assumed the same shocking stance as it charged up a punch, and the air around it trembled at the same time.
They looked tremblingly at the Great Lightning Owl. Never before had death been so close to them.
"What, no one's talking?"
Mu Fan swept his gaze around and spoke blandly.
The people beneath the mecha looked as sick as if they had swallowed flies, yet they had no choice but to force miserable smiles onto their faces.
Talk?
What was there to say?
Wen Li, the last person to speak to him, had been pulverized beyond recognition. Did they want to join him and make things nice and complete?
They were not family with him.
"We... aren't with him."
Seeing everyone's gazes turn toward him, Wei Mo had no choice