"Bang!"
The brocade box fell from the hands of the servant, crashing to the ground, as chunks of flesh tumbled out.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood.
A gruesome, ashy-hued head rolled out, its eyes wide open, locked in terror and horror at what lay before it.
"Ahhhh! It's Wang Wu! It's Wang Wu!"
Upon recognizing the head, someone immediately screamed out loud.
The servant who first opened the brocade box scrambled away in a panic!
Wang Wu!
It was actually Wang Wu!
Wasn't he sent by the young miss to persuade the Luo Family's Iron Guard?
Who would have thought he'd be chopped into pieces and sent back!
The Luo Family's Iron Guard had been suffering under Wang Wu for some time, and given that he had infuriated Old Master Luo to the point of spitting blood, they had turned relentlessly vicious.
Luo Qingtong had ordered him to be cut into eight pieces, but now it looked like he had been hacked into far more than eighty!
