118: You said if I poke it in like this, will there be fingerprints?

Lü Zhanyong held the knife and slowly stood up, breathing heavily. "Young Master Fang, An Yunxi is the murderer. She is the murderer. She..."

Hearing that Lü Zhanyong was about to speak, An Yunxi let out a tragic cry, "Young Master Fang, he defiled me. You must avenge me."

Young Master Fang's slightly clearer mind suddenly seemed to receive a command. He let out a loud roar and charged towards Lü Zhanyong's fruit knife.

Lü Zhanyong was stunned. He had never seen Young Master Fang so reckless. He didn't know whether to stab or not to stab.

If he stabbed Young Master Fang, the Fang Family would tear him to pieces; if he didn't, given Young Master Fang's state, he wouldn't fare well either.

While he hesitated, Young Master Fang punched him in the face. A tremendous force made his head ring.

With a successful hit, Young Master Fang grabbed his right hand, which was holding the knife, and yanked hard. The fruit knife was snatched away by Young Master Fang, who held it in his hand, hesitating.

Just then, a soft voice came from behind, "Avenge me, Young Master Fang."

Young Master Fang's hand, which had been suspended in mid-air, suddenly thrust forward.

Pfft!

The sharp knife plunged in up to its hilt, piercing Lü Zhanyong's abdomen. A spray of blood splattered onto Young Master Fang.

"This..."

"Young Master Fang, you!"

Both of them froze on the spot. With one stab, Young Master Fang suddenly sobered up and looked at the fruit knife still embedded in Lü Zhanyong's abdomen.

Just as he was about to speak, Lü Zhanyong struck him on the neck with a palm, knocking him unconscious.

"Cough, cough."

The violent movement pulled at the wound in Lü Zhanyong's abdomen. Blood spurted out from the wound again, splattering on the ground.

Lü Zhanyong pressed his left hand tightly against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but the blood continued to gush out.

The fear of death instantly enveloped his entire body. He felt as if all his strength was draining away with the blood.

Thump!

Lü Zhanyong, who had been standing, fell directly to the ground, his face pale. He looked at An Yunxi with pleading eyes and softly said:

"Save me, save me, I... I'm going to die."

An Yunxi had also been frightened by the earlier fight. She really hadn't expected Young Master Fang to actually stab him. And with one stab, he had taken down Lü Zhanyong.

Seeing the man who had just been threatening her now lying on the ground like a dead dog, begging her, a strange sense of satisfaction welled up in her heart.

She dropped her previous pitiful demeanor and revealed her true self.

"Hahahahaha, Uncle Lü, how are you? How are you feeling now?" An Yunxi laughed madly.

Lü Zhanyong lay on the ground, his breaths shallow, his chest heaving like a bellows.

"I... I was wrong, Miss An, please call an ambulance for me. We'll call our grudges even."

"I... I promise."

After forcing out these few sentences, Lü Zhanyong seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He lay on the ground, gasping for breath, unable to speak.

"Oh, that's quite a condition. You're even willing to let me go now," An Yunxi said mockingly.

She slowly walked to Lü Zhanyong's side, looking down at the half-dead man before her. She smiled and softly said:

"You're not going to arrest me anymore? I'm the one who killed your son. You guessed right, it was I who controlled A Feng to kill Shaohui. Who told him not to listen to me?"

"Also, Huang Wen and Liu Dong both died because of me. Huang Wen even wanted to leave me, hmph!" An Yunxi's face showed a cruel expression.

"Is he worthy!"

"Liu Dong... you killed Liu Dong, didn't you?" Lü Zhanyong on the ground asked.

"Yes, that fool, he still thought I would like him, without even looking at his idiotic face. But you know, he was much more obedient than Shaohui; he'd do whatever I told him."

"Even when I killed him, he had no complaints."

"Sigh, that fool, I kind of regret killing him now. I should have kept him, otherwise I wouldn't have had to find that good-for-nothing A Feng later," An Yunxi muttered to herself.

"Why are you talking so much? Why aren't you dead yet?" An Yunxi suddenly became inexplicably enraged.

"I... I'm about to die. I'll ask one last question: why exactly did that A Feng go crazy?"

"Why else? That fool, after seeing my intimate photos with someone else, he was stimulated like a bull. And those idiotic police, I had two phones. When they checked, I gave them the other phone, they didn't even know, idiots," An Yunxi said disdainfully.

"Heh heh, no wonder, no wonder." Lü Zhanyong gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Pfft!

Lü Zhanyong spat out a mouthful of blood.

The strong smell of blood made An Yunxi frown slightly.

After spitting out this blood, Lü Zhanyong seemed to feel a little better, his face visibly turning red.

Lü Zhanyong secretly rejoiced, the wound should have been somewhat suppressed, and the internal bleeding might have stopped.

But there was still the demoness An Yunxi beside him, which made his heart race again.

"Miss An, let's settle our grudges here. I don't want to pursue it anymore," Lü Zhanyong pretended to say.

He now only hoped An Yunxi would leave soon so he could call the police and an ambulance.

However, how could An Yunxi not see through his little scheme? She sneered twice, squatted down, and gently patted Lü Zhanyong's face with her palm a couple of times, saying mockingly, "Uncle Lü, you're so seriously injured, how can I just leave?"

"What if after I leave, you call the police, then survive and give my evidence to the police? Wouldn't I be finished? Do you think I'd be so foolish as to let you go?"

Lü Zhanyong's face changed drastically upon hearing this, and he said with a face full of fear, "An Yunxi, what do you want to do? Think it through."

An Yunxi shook her head and said, "Think what through? Lü Zhanyong, actually, we are both the same kind of people. I killed your son, you won't let me go."

"And me, for someone who has the chance to kill me, do you think I would let him go?"

An Yunxi revealed a hint of ruthlessness, her face radiating murderous intent.

Lü Zhanyong looked at An Yunxi's expression, his heart crying out in alarm. He quickly tried to persuade her, "Miss An, you're still young. If you kill me, you'll spend your whole life in jail. I promise, I can swear, I will absolutely not reveal that you killed Huang Wen and Liu Dong. My son's matter, we're even, and I won't pursue it anymore."

"Trust me."

An Yunxi smiled slightly and said coldly, "You wouldn't trust others, and neither would I. Besides, who said I killed you?"

"What do you mean?"

"It was clearly Young Master Fang who stabbed you in the stomach, causing your death. How could it be me?"

"Heh heh heh heh, you agree, right?" An Yunxi's face revealed a devilish smile.

Then she tore another piece from the torn clothes and slowly wrapped it around her right hand.

"Do you think if I hold the knife like this and stab it in again, there will still be fingerprints?"

"I really am a genius, hahahaha!" An Yunxi cried out triumphantly.