"What are we here for? Master Woods, let's just cut to the chase. Your son killed my two sons and made several families here suffer great losses in the competition! It's time for us to settle this matter, right?"
Quentin chuckled aloud, and ruthlessness appeared in his eyes.
"Fane, we’ve finally found out the killer of my three sons! And it’s you! I demand a confession and explanation from you!"
Darryl—the head of the Norman family-stood forward and questioned Fane with vicious stares. His tone was full of hatred.
"Yes! I killed the three of them. The life-and -death rule of the tournament allowed me to do that. Besides, your sons wanted to kill me, I couldn’t possibly stand there and let them kill me, right?'
Fane shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. He dared to admit his deed, without the slightest hesitation.
"Humph! You nasty brat! It's you! I knew it! You do have some guts to admit the killing, don’t you?"
Anger poured through Daryl like lava upon hearing Fane's confession. He was so angry that he clenched his fists so tightly. The other Norman family members were staring at Fane angrily as well.
"I merely followed the competition rules. Why can’t I say it?"
Fane smiled blandly and then added," What's the matter? Master Hunt, this particular rule was set by you from the beginning. It hasn’t been long since the tournament, and you're already going back on your word?" Fane paused before continuing, “Didn't you say so at the beginning of the competition? That no revenge nor trouble shall be sought privately after the competition. Look at your behavior today, aren’t you afraid of being spat upon by the other families?"
However, as he heard Fane's words, Quentin thought that Fane was afraid of them.
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