Great Flash of Anger for a Great Beauty

"Mr. Lu, why… did I say something wrong…?"

His words were barely recognizable, and blood oozed out as he spoke.

Lu Zhanbei lowered his body and stared at Liang Bozhong, whose face was twisted in pain.

"I have yet to lay a hand on Lin Wanwan, but you are already thinking ahead of me. Impressive."

His gentle voice sounded like the devil's whisper in his ear.

At that moment, he understood everything.

"Mr. Lu, I was wrong…"

Every time he spoke a word, the sharp blade would slice across his already injured lips.

Liang Bozhong's body was shivering uncontrollably, but he did not stop begging for mercy. "I was stupid. I had no idea whom I was up against! I will never do it again! Please, Mr. Lu, let me go…"

Lu Zhanbei smirked. "Letting you go would only benefit you. How about all the trouble that you have caused me?"

He pulled the blade out; his slow movements brought Liang Bozhong tremendous pain as his scream echoed.