"Brother Lu, you..."
Lu Chen sat calmly and leisurely in his original seat, sipping his wine one gulp at a time.
Where were any signs of poisoning?
Had they joined forces first?
Mo Buwen immediately thought of this, but then felt it was not right.
There were only two spots left.
If he joined forces with Lu Chen, they would inevitably have to eliminate another person, which did not make sense!
Mo Dawu and Mo Erwu dared to attack even their own kinsman, let alone Lu Chen?
The look in Mo Buwen's eyes shifted back to the two brothers, a strange expression appearing on his face.
They each held their favorite weapon, yet neither of them moved an inch.
The knife in Mo Dawu's hand, the iron Judge's Brush in Mo Erwu's hand...
"Brother Lu, what's wrong with them?"
This eerie scene sent a shiver down Mo Buwen's spine.
Lu Chen turned his head and smiled, "It seems you're merely cautious at heart, but these two brothers went straight for the kill."