"Awan, how could you—"
Wang Tingyue's face instantly turned grim. Looking at the convulsing figure on the ground, he couldn't bring himself to finish his sentence. He never thought the word "murder" would ever be associated with Liang Wan, much less happen right before his eyes.
"Murder—!"
The other guard, who had been knocked dazed, struggled up from the ground like a reanimated corpse. Stumbling and tripping, he sprinted toward the main tent, screaming at the top of his lungs. His shouts pierced through the entire camp.
A crowd of soldiers stood watching from a distance, yet no one stepped forward. They had never accepted Lou Shixun to begin with, and she was the woman who had betrayed Lu Xiu. In their eyes, this was merely a dog-eat-dog spectacle. Perhaps they even hoped she and Lou Shixun would tear each other apart as viciously as possible.
Liang Wan looked at the dying man on the ground. "Does Brother think he doesn't deserve to die?"
