After Wang Wenxuan screamed in agony, Yang Fei slightly furrowed his brow and said to Xu Xingzhou, "Don't leave any clues behind."
Xu Xingzhou proved to be quite astute. He immediately went out and shortly after, he returned carrying a corpse, the driver's.
In the living room, Wang Wenxuan, anguished and writhing in pain, was drenched in sweat.
The pain was one reason, and fear was another.
As the young master of the Wang Family, he had lived a life of luxury from a young age and had often acted arrogantly and despotically. Yet, he had never found himself in such a predicament, nor had he ever been so terrified.
Brother Wang, who had been at his side since he was ten, protecting him as he grew up and helping him kill countless formidable enemies in Martial Arts, had just died in front of him.
Most crucially, Brother Wang had died too quickly, seemingly without any capacity to resist.
