Personal power seems a little insignificant.
"You will know later."
Lu Chen smiled lightly and didn't explain much.
As soon as the two of them left, the private room became even more frenzied.
"Quick! Notify the Hong family immediately!"
"That lunatic dares to kill Young Master Hong, and he must pay the price!"
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Qingyun Villa, in the meeting hall.
Murong Cheng was drinking tea with a middle-aged man.
"Lao Hong, regarding the Xuanzhu Fruit, I can only apologize to you. The treasure is not in my hands now, so I can't give it to you."
"Oh? What's going on?" Hong Jun looked puzzled.
Xuanzhu fruit can help him break through his innate ability.
So after hearing the news, he rushed over immediately.
"Two days ago, a boy named Lu Chen was lucky enough to cure Xue'er's illness. The Xuan Zhu Fruit was his reward." Murong Cheng explained.
"How could He De, a mere brat, have such a treasure?" Hong Jun narrowed his eyes, looking a little evil.
"I think so too. Although I gave it away, it doesn't prevent you from getting it back." Murong Cheng said meaningfully.
"Brother Cheng is interested."
Hong Jun grinned: "Since it's not convenient for you to take action, let me handle it."
"It's best like this, but don't involve the Murong family, I don't want anyone to gossip." Murong Cheng knocked.
"No problem! It's not the first time I've done such a thing as killing and stealing goods. I promise it will be silent and no one will know." Hong Jun's eyes flashed fiercely.
A common man is not guilty of carrying a jade.
How could a small character with no identity or background have the right to possess such a treasure?
He deserves to die...
"Master! It's not good!"
While the two were talking, a Hong family guard suddenly rushed in with a panicked expression.
Because I was running too fast, I lost my balance and fell.
Seeing this move, Hong Jun frowned: "Trash! What's the point of being so flustered?!"
"I..." The guard hesitated to speak.
"Say! What's going on?!"
"Master! Something is wrong! Young...Young master was killed!" JrNovels.com