Wan Changdong sat in the seat of honor, his eyes fixed on Lu Chuan.
"Did Zhao Heihu not mention my name before he died?"
"What does it matter whether he said it or not?"
Wan Changdong nodded slightly, "He definitely did. He mentioned my name, yet you still dealt him a fatal blow, which means you didn't consider me at all."
Lu Chuan shrugged indifferently, "I simply thought he deserved to die, which has little to do with you. If you think it inappropriate, there's nothing I can do. The man is already dead."
"Very well! You, young man, have quite the attitude, not considering me at all," he said.
"Even people from the Lu family, when they come here, behave respectfully. And yet, with you adopting such a stance, it is clear you are no ordinary person."
