His expression deranged, he laughed hysterically, twisting the knife handle in the wound with squelching sounds of mangled flesh. Bewilderment lingered in Luo Xunan’s eyes as the color drained rapidly from his face, leaving it ashen as paper.
Lu Zhou’s grandparents collapsed to the ground, staring dazedly at the scene, their lips trembling without uttering a word.
Everything happened too suddenly. Yu Fangbai and the security guards clustered tightly around Xun Ji, their faces grim. “Young Master Xun, we should leave first.”
Xun Ji stopped Yu Fangbai’s hand from pushing his wheelchair. Leaving now would mean Luo Xunan’s certain death.
Though Luo Xunan wasn’t a good person, Xun Ji couldn’t turn a blind eye to a life being stabbed out right before him.
“Lu Jianming, let him go,” Xun Ji commanded sternly. “If you kill him now, you won’t live either.”
The laughter ceased abruptly. Lu Jianming’s gaze turned venomous as he fixed it on Xun Ji.
“Do you know what they did to my body?” He jabbed a finger at himself. “There’s hardly anything left inside… I stopped living long ago!”
“You think I came for money?” He laughed neurotically again. “Hahahaha, what’s money good for? Can it buy back my life?! I just wanted to see my son…”
“I heard my son was marrying the Little Young Master of the Xun Conglomerate. My daughter’s been raised by the Xun family for three years, turned into someone else’s kid—how promising! They must be living great lives from now on, so happy…”
“But why… when I’m about to die, does my son hide even his wedding from me…”
He whipped his head toward the elders on the ground. “Dad, Mom, tell me—why does Lu Zhou get to be happy? I ended up like this, so why do my son and daughter deserve happiness? I never had a single happy day in my life—why do they get to live carefree?! Why!!”
By the end, he was roaring and bellowing. His turbid pupils scattered, utterly lost in uncontrolled rage.
Lu Jianming had gone mad.
Xun Ji sighed inwardly. He hadn’t come for money—just revenge, against everyone.
Talking it out wouldn’t work, and Luo Xunan’s remaining life couldn’t wait for gentle persuasion. If the guards rushed him, it might only provoke Lu Jianming further, hastening Luo Xunan’s end.
Xun Ji’s peripheral vision caught the Drone hovering over Lu Jianming’s head, and an idea flashed in his mind.
“System,” he called inwardly, “With the OOC Punishment I’ve accumulated now, what would triggering them all at once cause?”
[The Host has accumulated 7 OOC Punishments—not too many. It should result in minor injuries.]
“Can you specify the trigger method? Like… making the Drone lose control and drop.”
[That… is possible, but it’s a special service requiring extra Points deduction.]
“Deduct them.” Xun Ji couldn’t worry about Points now. “Trigger the punishment in one minute.”
Xun Ji wheeled forward but was yanked back by Yu Fangbai.
“What are you doing?!” Yu Fangbai’s brows knitted tightly.
“Let go.” Xun Ji didn’t look at him. “Three years ago on the Bell Tower, Luo Xunan screwed you over. Now you’ve screwed him back—your grudge is settled.”
“I didn’t expect things to turn out like this. I…”
“Yu Fangbai, three years ago, I helped you,” Xun Ji said flatly. “Now, I’m going to help him.”
Stunned, Yu Fangbai watched as Xun Ji stealthily approached Lu Jianming.
Lu Jianming was barely coherent, alternating between mad laughter and roars while tormenting the now-unconscious Luo Xunan.
The Drone overhead suddenly shuddered, causing the Giant Photo Frame to tremble along with it.
Xun Ji silently counted down the time as he crept behind Lu Jianming.
Ten seconds left.
10… 9…
“Lu Jianming, what are you doing?”
A familiar voice rang out. Lu Zhou, dressed in a brand-new white suit, stared in disbelief at the scene before him.
8… 7…
Lu Jianming paused, looked up, and twisted his face into a grin at him.
“Son, you’re here.”
6… 5…
Xun Ji’s brows furrowed. It was too late to retreat now.
Lu Jianming followed Lu Zhou’s gaze and turned, locking eyes with Xun Ji.
4… 3…
Lu Jianming yanked the Fruit Knife from Luo Xunan’s body and pressed it to Xun Ji’s neck.
“What’s the Little Young Master trying to do?”
2…
“Let him go!!” Lu Zhou shouted furiously, charging toward them.
1…
“Lu Zhou, don’t—”
Xun Ji’s words were cut short.
“Clang!!!”
The Drone lost all balance. The suspended Giant Photo Frame crashed down, slamming straight toward Xun Ji and Lu Jianming pressed close together.
Colorful balloons broke free from the Drone’s hold, surging skyward in a chaotic swarm that blotted out the sky.
The scent of fresh grass filled his nostrils, but the anticipated pain never came.
Xun Ji opened his eyes and crawled out from the overturned wheelchair.
“Young Master Xun!” Yu Fangbai’s face was ashen as he rushed forward to help him up. “Are you okay?”
Xun Ji brushed him off and headed toward the Giant Photo Frame lying on the grass nearby.
A deep crack split across the frame, running right between him and Lu Zhou in the photo.
A trail of blood snaked out from beneath the frame.
In that split second before the frame hit, a pair of hands had shoved him away.
Xun Ji steadied his wobbly legs and crouched down, carefully lifting the frame. It was heavy; he strained to push it aside, revealing the two figures pinned underneath.
Lu Jianming lay on his back, eyes closed, blood pouring from his head—clearly struck by the frame.
Another person lay atop him, motionless, as if asleep.
Xun Ji gently nudged him. “Lu Zhou.”
Lu Zhou didn’t respond.
Xun Ji forcefully rolled him off Lu Jianming’s body. The moment he saw Lu Zhou’s front, his breath hitched.
A Fruit Knife was plunged into Lu Zhou’s chest.
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