"Lu Clan's internal scheme," Lu Sheng answered flatly like a robot.
"How vile and resilient this clan is? After so many sanctions, restrictions, infiltrations, death expeditions, and Imperial decrees, they are still able to pull off something like this…" Yu Yunfei muttered, more to himself than to Lu Sheng, disbelief and anger warring within him.
"Yes, our clan is very clever," Lu Sheng suddenly wiped his drool, a smirk creeping onto his face, his eyes regaining their sharpness.
"Why are you smirking? Did I tell you to smirk? Kowtow to me 1000 times, NOW!" Yu Yunfei shouted, enraged by the unexpected change in Lu Sheng's demeanor.
"Yes, Master!" Lu Sheng replied, his voice thick with sarcasm as he gave a mockingly exaggerated bow, like some over-the-top European noble. Then, without warning, he struck with lightning speed.
"What?" Yu Yunfei barely had time to react before his neck was caught in Lu Sheng's grip again, now a death grip.