"I say, we raid their families' homes and interrogate them. I don't believe they didn't know about their plans of assassinating Young Master Wang Chen."
Just then, as everyone was mulling over their own thoughts, a sudden, passionate, and hate-filled voice erupted from one of the special guests.
The audience's expressions turned serious, as they turned their heads in the direction of the voice. But when they laid their eyes on the source of the voice, some of them could not prevent their lips from twitching.
The source of the passionate and hate-filled words came from none other than Lucian, who was reclined in his chair with one leg over the other and one of his hands resting behind his head. There was a bucket of popcorn nestled between his legs.
He looked as though he was watching a theatrical performance, rather than a serious discussion about betrayal and assassination.
