"It seems you're really tired of living, aren't you?"
Lu Xing's neck was gripped tightly by him, yet he didn't seem to care at all. Instead, he chuckled:
"You won't kill me. Grandpa must have told you not to lay a hand on me, right? After all, I'm your own brother. How could you possibly harm me?"
"Don't use that title. You don't deserve it." A trace of murderous intent flickered across Lu Qing's face.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Don't lose your temper. Honestly, I don't like admitting it either, but there's no way around it. The same blood runs through both of us. That old geezer—though he's a fool—still had decent genes. Young Master Lu, it looks like you won't be rid of me anytime soon."
His unrelenting arrogance slightly annoyed Lu Qing. He hadn't encountered someone so brazenly courting death before!
He flung him aside like tossing away garbage.
In a calm voice, he said:
