"Acting on orders? Hahaha…"
Hearing this, Gong Xing froze for a moment. He clearly hadn't expected Fang Han to ask such a question.
Then, the abject terror on his face erupted like a lit oil depot, transforming into a hysterical, venomous madness.
"You actually think someone put me up to this?"
A hoarse, grating laugh escaped his throat. His eyes, completely bloodshot, stared daggers at Fang Han, as if to etch his face into the very depths of hell.
"Can't figure out why I would… hire an assassin to kill you?"
He roared, his voice cracking with agitation and fear.
His face contorted as his fingers dug deep into his palm, oblivious to the blood seeping between them.
"Do you have any idea how I've lived every single day since the news of your placement on the Celestial Pride List got out?!"
"I can't eat, I can't sleep! Every time I close my eyes, I see you, sword in hand, coming to slaughter everyone in the Gong Family Manor!"
