Luo Ying furrowed her brow and said, "It's Lu Wen. He lured Lu Zhao to the pier and then shot him."
Wen Yu gasped and asked, "What about Lu Wen? How is he?"
"He's probably dead," Luo Ying's gaze remained fixed on Lu Zhao's wound as she stated firmly.
She understood the gravity of the situation today – only one of them, Lu Wen or Lu Zhao, could survive.
Wen Yu exhaled a relieved breath as tears trickled down her cheeks.
With Lu Wen's demise, her vendetta could finally find closure.
When Wen Du was saved by Lu Zhao, he was already on the brink of death.
Having had one of his kidneys removed without proper hemostasis, Wen Du had lost too much blood and succumbed shortly thereafter.
Wen Yu's hatred was boundless. She had always yearned to avenge Wen Du. However, Lu Wen's whereabouts had remained elusive even to Lu Zhao, let alone herself.
Now that Lu Wen was finally gone, Wen Du's spirit could rest in peace.
