Broken Shield

Zhao Shuning, dead?

Silence, a deathly silence.

Time slowly passed, and no one dared to make a sound to break the tranquility.

Lee Yan sat down and continued drinking his wine as if what he just said was just a simple sentence.

Elder Zhao's face had already turned ashen.

"Lord Li, this joke isn't funny."

"Pah!"

Lee Yan placed the cup heavily on the stone table. Under the powerful force, the cup was immediately broken into several pieces. Looking at Lee Yan's expression, it didn't seem to be affected at all.

"Elder Zhao, look at me, Lee Yan. Do I look like someone who likes to joke around?"

When the two of them spoke, the smell of gunpowder was extremely strong.

Zhao Huai's breathing became disorderly for a moment.

His eyes were staring at Lee Yan the entire time. He wanted to find traces of lying on Lee Yan's face.

"What do you mean?"