Shen Wan, while dragging Lushen away, didn't forget to grab the leftover white spray paint in the corner.
She hauled him to the parking lot and unceremoniously dumped him onto the car hood.
"Ouch—" Lushen winced, his furrowed brows betraying a hint of suppressed pain.
That was no gentle drop.
Shen Wan, seeing his reaction, thought to herself that her recent training had paid off. She had grown stronger, and with a bit of skill, taking down Lushen was no problem.
"How does it feel, Seventh Lord? Remember this?" Shen Wan patted the car hood, producing several loud clangs, her smile unwavering, "This is your handiwork. Fun, isn't it?"
Lushen glanced at the Maserati's hood, smeared with red and white paint in stark contrast, but stubbornly denied any involvement. "You, woman, trying to pin this on me with just a few words? Who can prove it? Go check the surveillance if you're so sure."
