The words seemed to be squeezed from between his teeth. Even though it was Lu Chao who had agreed, Fan Jinhua was still resentful to the extreme.
His unhealed wounds slowly ravaged his body. A mouthful of blood welled up in Fan Jinhua's throat, but he forced himself to swallow it back down. For him, this blow was no less devastating than the deaths of all his fellow assassins.
"Ha, hahaha…"
In stark contrast, Lei Zhen couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Well then, Master Fan, aren't you going to congratulate my son?"
Upon hearing this, Fan Jinhua clenched his fists again. Blood welled up in his throat once more, but in the end, he lowered his voice and said, "Congratulations, Junior General Lei, on making a name for yourself in a single battle."
He… was gradually calming down…
He knew that if he didn't agree, forget Luo Wendeng and Tan An—even Lu Chao would be in mortal danger.
"Hahaha…"
Hearing this, Lei Guangheng also began to laugh loudly…
