"What have you done?!"
Binose bellowed hoarsely.
Chen Lun ignored him, stepping forward and swinging his hand.
The dark, sharp fingers sliced across Viscount Pompey and Lady Pompey's throats.
"Ugh...!"
The Pompey couple's eyes widened as they clutched their throats and fell to the ground with a thud, blood pooling around them.
"Ah, ah!!"
Binose fell to his knees, shouting the Viscount's name.
"Why?! Why did you kill them?!"
He was extremely agitated, his old face flushed red, his eyes bloodthirsty, staring fixedly at Chen Lun.
Chen Lun glanced at the old butler and sighed silently.
"Butler Binose, take another good look, they are not the Pompey family."
"Hmm...?!"
Binose turned his head and saw that the three bodies on the ground had disappeared.
Only three blank canvases lay on the ground, with oil paints scattered all around, resembling abstract paintings.
Binose was stunned.
Chen Lun stood quietly, glancing at the mess on the floor.
