Wu Tianhao raised the still bleeding, severed head into the air. “Please, distinguished sirs and madams, take a look. This head belongs to Lu Quan!"

Feng Xiaoran was stunned. She never would have guessed that the moment she said her enemy was the Black Tiger Gang, the gang leader’s severed head would appear before her.

When he saw her reaction, Wu Tianhao hurriedly seized this chance to explain himself. “I won’t hide it from you: Lu Quan, that scoundrel, has hurt me too. I granted him my folding fan, but my intentions were to smooth this over, not to get mixed up in this. I arrogantly thought this humble old man’s face was enough to smooth this over without further incident.

“I never would have guessed he and the Black Tiger Gang would use me as a pretense to offend you. He was simply frenzied and depraved!”

By the end of this sentence, he was gnashing his teeth, and he felt the urge to smash Lu Quan’s severed head to pieces.

His hatred really reached his bones.

“Ridiculous. If you weren’t long accustomed to riding roughshod over other people, how could this have happened?” snorted Yuan Luoyu coldly.

“Second Brother, quick, make him disappear. Let’s not disturb...