875 No Intimidating Power Left

A few minutes later, Lu Zihao recovered enough to regain his ability to talk without struggling to breathe. He still continued cursing, though. "Fuck, I hate that. I really fucking hate that! Shit."

Jin Liwei watched him, trying to find any signs of his fifth brother but to no avail. The Lu Zihao cursing in front of him right now was no doubt his brother-in-law Nikolai, not his happy-go-lucky fifth brother. The difference between their characters were too stark that Jin Liwei couldn't mistake it.

He said, "Evelina didn't mention anything like this to me when she was talking about Long Xiulan's remnant."

Lu Zihao removed his shirt, revealing his scarred, muscled body. He intended to use the shirt to wipe his sweat but it was already soaked and useless to dry his body. He clicked his tongue and threw the shirt on the floor in disgust before plopping himself back on the ornate bench.