Late at night, Lu Maoxian stumbled into the mansion, startling the butler so much he could hardly speak.
"Master, you..."
Lu Maoxian pointed to his own cheek, signaling that he couldn't speak, and then pointed to his severed arm, gesturing for them to quickly stop the bleeding.
The butler hurriedly called for a Doctor to treat Lu Maoxian's injuries.
「In the Yuezhou Sanatorium, inside a sickroom.」
Taking advantage of He Haisheng stepping out for a smoke, He Jiaqing pinched the button on his chest and inquired of Ling Miaoying about the situation.
Ling Miaoying tried to keep his tone steady as he responded, "Jia Qing, I've handled the matter with Lu Maoxian."
"You didn't kill him, did you?"
"No, I chopped off one of his hands, stabbed two holes in his face, and also killed a few of his men." As he said this, Ling Miaoying's cheeks twitched; he was clearly very displeased.
