Following closely was Lian'er's shriek: "Hey—what are you doing? This is the Prime Minister's Mansion—causing trouble here—are you trying to overthrow the heavens?!"
No time…
Xun Qi glared fiercely at Luo San, who remained unfazed, gritting his teeth: "Luo San, it doesn't matter if you die, but I cannot let you implicate our foster father!"
Lu Yuan spoke nonchalantly, "Then kill me! Oh, by the way, don't forget to slash up my face, to make sure the Ministry of Justice can't recognize me. After all, both Lu Yuan and Meng Qianqian have seen my real face. The Ministry of Justice might already have my portrait."
How could Xun Qi possibly kill Luo San?
But Luo San's remark did give Xun Qi an idea.
"Where's your trunk?"
Lu Yuan's gaze swept instinctively toward the corner of the bed. "Not there."
Xun Qi forcefully shoved him aside, pulled out the trunk, and retrieved a human-skin mask.
Lu Yuan stepped back.
Xun Qi called, "Men! Hold him down!"