Tang Fengxiao stood there with an uncertain expression on his face, remaining silent, while Tang Qing, lying on the ground, couldn't help but speak: "Third Uncle, what are you dithering for? Do we, the Tang Family, have to fear them?"
"Shut up, you good-for-nothing failure."
Tang Fengxiao glared fiercely at Tang Qing, wishing he could slap him a few times. This bastard couldn't see the situation clearly?
"Mr. Lu, what do you want? Give it to me straight."
"Straight talk? What kind of straight talk do you want? Your nephew drugged me, and after I discovered it, he tried to kill me. How do you think I should respond?"
Lu Tianxing squinted at Tang Fengxiao and said, "Actually, my approach is very simple. For those who want to kill me, I've always believed in preemptive strikes—kill them first."
As his voice fell, murderous intent was revealed.
