"Wen...Wenhao." Lv Chenglong muttered under his breath.
At that instant, his heart held no anger, no resentment, just an endless, boundless fear.
The phrase "the third" that Zhu Fei had just mentioned sounded like the voice of the Death God calling for his life, chilling Lv Chenglong to the core.
He began to feel some regret, regretted provoking Zhu Fei, regretted informing Master Pei and the others.
But now, it was obviously too late for regrets.
He hadn't expected that Zhu Fei had such an ace up his sleeve, an ace that even a Half-step Gang Strength Martial Artist couldn't cope with for the moment.
What should I do? What exactly should I do now?
Panic and unwillingness flickered in Lv Chenglong's eyes as he racked his brain for any way to escape this disaster.
As for the death of his own nephew, Lv Chenglong had already thrown it out of his mind.
Jokingly, at a time like this, as long as he, Lv Chenglong, could survive, who would care who killed Lv Wenhao?