From every angle, Lehman appeared to be the perfect candidate.
Unexpectedly, out of nowhere, came Lu Bu'er.
He entered the Vice Hierarch's carriage and then just came out like that.
Um.
The Vice Hierarch you all worked so hard to flatter.
He wasn't interested.
The carriage door trembled violently, the windows already stained red with blood, as screams of agony and the sounds of flesh being torn mingled with the high-pitched noise of thunder.
With a snap.
A hand slapped onto the glass door.
Then slid down rapidly.
Blood seeped through the gaps in the carriage doors, a horrifying sight.
Muttering to themselves, the officers of the Russell Family said, "Fuck, should we help him out? If something really happened to him, wouldn't the Commander-in-Chief kill us?"
It was well known that Long Que bore grudges.
Just a slight intervention by Lehman last time resulted in his Soul Blade being broken.
If Lu Bu'er died, they'd all have to join him in death.
