"That damn old dog, Shen Fuxing!"
BANG!
With a squeeze of Shen Chong's hand,
the head of the long-robed, middle-aged man kneeling before him exploded, shattering into pieces. His headless corpse then collapsed limply to the ground.
However,
the fury on Shen Chong's face did not lessen in the slightest with this violent release. Instead, it grew even more intense.
It was no wonder.
The information he had just extracted from the man's mind was simply too infuriating.
He had to take several deep breaths
before he could barely suppress the inferno of rage threatening to erupt from his chest.
'So, Big Brother and I were just pawns he threw away to draw attention?'
'And Mother... Heh. Shen Fuxing, what a truly brilliant scheme!'
'What were we in his eyes? Probably nothing at all.'
A cold glint flashed in Shen Chong's eyes.
His fists clenched so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands bulged and his knuckles crackled.
At that moment,
