Don't blame me if you lose a limb or two.
"Hahaha." A cackling laugh shook its way through the Li family estate. More bodies lined the floor than the remaining guards could carry to safety. The previous clean and tidy family home was now stained with blood and severed limbs.
"You didn't see this coming, did you father?" Li Hong's chuckle faded as he looked up at his father.
The banquet hall had been destroyed, and the long wooden tables had been pulverized during the fierce battle. Blood had soaked into the fibers of the red carpets, leaving darker patches where there used to be one solid color.
The staircase leading up to a golden throne had a pile of bodies at the bottom, most of which wore white armbands, signifying whose side they stood on. Their lack of visible wounds showed that they had been killed quickly and without using a weapon. Within the Li family, only one person was capable of killing so efficiently, and he was sitting on his throne with an irritated expression.