"Nephew!" Lu Mingjun said. "You were best friends with Changwei! How do you feel about his death?"
"I… I was really sad, of course. I couldn't eat nor could I sleep these past five days." Zhu Dachang put on the expression of an mourning person.
"If that's the case, has it ever crossed your mind to avenge Changwei?"
"Yes! Of course!" Zhu Dachang said with a pain in his voice. "But you also saw that everyone sided with Chen Zhufeng. I don't have a chance or the ability to take revenge for him!"
"Still, you have always helped Changwei come up with clever plans. You are an intelligent person. So, why didn't you think of trying to outwit him?"
Just now, Lu Mingjun had confessed his faults and apologized Chen Xiaobei only because he was forced to. Deep down inside, he still longed to shed Chen Xiaobei's blood and would not rest until he was dead!
"How… How should I do that? Please enlighten me." Zhu Dachang swallowed nervously.
