Lu Xiao didn't answer. But as the Big Boss moved, his body suddenly went taut, like a jaw clamped shut.
His expression remained calm, yet his face grew even paler. Cold sweat seeped from his brow, every muscle in his body pulled tight, veins bulging and winding along his arms as if locked in a silent contest of strength.
Mo Yan looked at his pale face, and a trace of satisfied amusement surfaced in his eyes.
He spoke slowly, leisurely, like a cat toying with a mouse, full of a certain mockery and scorn. "Did you really think I didn't know what you've been doing behind my back?"
"You barged into Number Two's banquet and snatched someone away—a female."
"You went to every length to protect her, send her off, even killed Number Two for her… Did you think you could deceive everyone?"
"Xiao, I truly didn't expect this."
"You would have a weak spot too."
With every sentence he spoke, the pressure of his hand on Lu Xiao's shoulder grew heavier.
