Young Master Zhao had just noticed the thin wire and hurriedly pulled the reins.
By his ear, a servant's panicked shout reached him:
"Master Zhao, Master Zhao! Someone has killed the old master!"
Someone killed the old master?
Who?
Who dares to kill my father?!
Young Master Zhao was still reeling from shock when, in the next instant, the thin wire closed in.
The flash of a sword flickered and vanished. His head flew high into the air, blood trailing as it fell—just like the head of a chicken cleaved with a single stroke during slaughter.
Cries of terror erupted instantly upon witnessing the death. The street and alley fell into chaos. The servants screamed and staggered back in fright, only to surge forward again toward Young Master Zhao's corpse.
Kneeling in homage, Liu Zheng abruptly stopped. He raised his head in stunned disbelief,
and saw a pile of bright red lanterns blown to the ground by a fierce wind.
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