Lu Kun's face was shrouded in darkness, "How could this be? My dad clearly sent someone?"
Zhang Xiaomeng sneered coldly, full of disdain, "The Wang Family's tomb is buried above a 'dragon's lair' that dragonflies skitter across."
"According to Feng Shui theory, a dragonfly water-touching lair can make descendants wealthy and prosperous, as well as grant them longevity."
"How could an ordinary assassination possibly lead to fatalities in the Wang Family."
Actually, there was another reason Zhang Xiaomeng did not reveal—this dragonfly water-touching lair had been established for less than twenty years.
In the realm of Feng Shui, that classified it among the youngest generation of treasured lairs.
Provided the foundation remained unshaken, protecting a domain was quite easy.
Lu Kun's complexion darkened, looking extremely ugly, "Damn it, damn it."
"I refuse to believe that the Wang Family's luck is so dominant."
