"Dammit, this isn't good."
Seeing Hou Shaoqun's hand strike Yue Tingting's face, Rose's expression changed dramatically in an instant. She knew very well that although Lu Tianxing was always jesting and never seemed serious, there was one taboo in his heart that no one should ever breach—his family.
Indeed, upon witnessing this scene, Lu Tianxing's face turned ice-cold instantly, like a block of ice, as a chilling intent to kill spread like a tide.
In that moment, the entire hall seemed to be enveloped in the harsh winter of December. The cold murderous intent, like a bone-chilling wind, made everyone involuntarily tighten their bodies. Their gaze landing on Lu Tianxing, the faces around him turned deathly pale; they felt as if they were in Abyss Hell, surrounded by a roiling sea of blood.
