"Lu Tianxing, it's you."
Zhao Quan, clutching his palm pierced by chopsticks as if feeling no pain, stared coldly at Lu Tianxing. He certainly remembered Lu Tianxing—the man who, one month ago, had broken his son's leg and forced him to admit defeat.
Lu Tianxing glanced at Zhao Quan and let out a cold laugh, remaining silent like a bodyguard, and stood again by Rose's side.
Rose gave Lu Tianxing an approving look and said indifferently, "Zhao Quan, I told you, you can't touch me now that I am here. Out of respect for you being the helmsman of the Zhao Family's power, I offer you a dignified way to die: by your own hand. I will leave your body intact. Otherwise, I assure you that not a single person from the Zhao lineage will see tomorrow's sun alive."
