Of course, Lan Bingyu had only sparred with members of the action team; he had never fought with others, such as Lu Chuan.
With the system support, Lu Chuan might not necessarily lose to Lan Bingyu.
But as a retired special forces soldier, Lan Bingyu's strength was undoubtedly formidable.
The living room wasn't large, measuring about twenty square meters; on the western wall, there was a recently placed memorial tablet that caught Zhang Hui's eye.
"Beloved Wife Ye Xiaohui's Memorial Tablet"
Ye Xiaohui... is dead?
Upon entering the living room, Qiao Hongshan did not invite Zhang Hui and Lan Bingyu to sit, nor did he guard against the possibility that Lan Bingyu might attack him.
He took incense from alongside the memorial tablet, lit it over the candle, and inserted it into a white porcelain bowl filled with millet under the tablet.
"Mr. Qiao... if you don't mind, may I offer incense too?"
