At this point, still fixated on speaking for Lu Tong, Pei Yunmeng chuckled.
"Those slender arms and legs of yours couldn't kill ten of you, let alone bury you where no one could find you."
Duan Xiaoyan was at a loss for words.
Pei Yunmeng hesitated briefly, then abruptly placed the paperweight down and stood up.
"You're going out?"
"The three divisions must have already received the news by now," Pei Yunmeng said, picking up the silver knife on the table. "I'll deal with it."
As he reached the doorway, he abruptly stopped and turned around, "Don't go looking for Lu Tong."
"Huh?"
Pei Yunmeng smiled faintly, a trace of cold frost seeming to taint his dark pupils.
"That woman is a madman, stay away from her. Otherwise, if something happens, I can't save you."
...
The morning mist gradually cleared.
The sun crept slowly up from the foot of Mount Wangchun, crossing over the river beneath Luoyue Bridge, and cast its golden light over the entire Shengjing City.
