A sharp, pitiful scream echoed in the air. Liu Yufeng's body violently shook, fresh blood suddenly sprayed out, splattering across the walls and floor.
The pointed fork that had originally been set on the dinner table was now deeply embedded in Liu Yufeng's wrist. Before he could recover from the shock, he felt another pang of pain on his other wrist, another fork was thrown and lodged into it.
The intense pain coursed through Liu Yufeng's body was too much for him to bear; his eyes rolled back in his head as he screamed in agony, eventually succumbing to unconsciousness.
Liu Yuying watched as Li Chengyun, ever cold and brutal, and Yu Jingrong, who wore a smug smirk on his face as if watching a riveting play unravelled before him.
Finally, she made her already firm decision, she shouted loudly, "Someone, come!!"
Having managed the Yu Garden for many years, she naturally had her own people. Soon, a group of black-clad security guards rushed in, standing behind Liu Yuying.
