Eunuch Fuzi's face turned bright red as he was choked and lifted into the air, his legs flailing wildly.
"Mr.—"
His face contorted with suffocation, unable to speak.
Qi Wuya looked at the dying Eunuch Fuzi as if he were a dead object and smiled, "You have been so loyal, having served the Crown Prince for most of your life, I shall reward you; go first to Huangquan Road and wait for the useless Qi Guanglie."
Crack.
The sound of a bone breaking.
Eunuch Fuzi's head dangled at an eerie angle.
A dark red streak of blood slid down from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto Qi Wuya's pale hand.
Qi Wuya showed disgust, casually throwing aside the body of Eunuch Fuzi, which heavily fell on a dragon robe.
The once imposing dragon robe instantly became a shroud.
Qi Wuya stepped over the dragon robe and the body of Eunuch Fuzi, walked to the table, picked up a handkerchief, and deliberately wiped the blood off his hand.
