All eyes turned to Lu Mingshu.
Lu Mingshu, face as pale as a ghost, whose frail body was covered with blood, and the same person who had won eighteen fights in a row and created a historical moment.
She stood there quietly and expressionlessly. She didn't try to defend herself, and she didn't look guilty either, as if the whole situation had nothing to do with her.
On the other hand, Gao Xiang was like a cat on hot bricks. He stood up to defend Lu Mingshu, "Elder Zhou, where's your evidence?"
"Evidence?" Elder Zhou sneered. He pointed to the horribly mangled body, "Look! Just look at him. He passed the lower door with Lu Mingshu and his body was found near the lower door as well. Doesn't that seem fishy? And as for evidence… we could just match the cut on the neck to the murder weapon, do you want to have a go?"
"No need for all the hassle," Lu Mingshu calmly cut off Elder Zhou, "I killed him."