Lu Xiangtian felt a sudden bolt of lightning strike his head, causing his body to sway. If the old butler had not held him up, and he would have fallen to the ground long ago.
"You..."
"You what?" Lu Shu's eyes were red, and the expression on her face was as if she was laughing and crying. For some reason, she had the strength to struggle free from the two bodyguards who had restrained her, and she staggered toward Lu Xiangtian, "Anyway, I already know that Brother Yan and I probably won't be able to survive today. Let me tell you one more thing. Your daughter, that slut, was killed by me. That's right, I killed her. I was the one who shot one of the two bullets into her chest. I was the one who shot her. I killed her. I killed her with my own hands. Hahahaha..."
Li Yan and the others widened their eyes at Lu Shu's words. They looked at the woman who was laughing hysterically in disbelief, especially Zhao Youlin.
