Xuanhuan: Hundredfold Returns on Investment, My Clients Rebel

The Lin residence, in the courtyard.

Fang Yun directed the people holding recording stones, constantly adjusting their positions.

"That's right. Move the knife a little farther inward, and smear a little more ketchup at the corner of your mouth."

"You, you, you, and you. You know how to play dead, right? And stop laughing. What's so funny?"

"You, make your crying a little more pitiful."

"Good, this is the last stab. Make the corpse look a little more tragic."

"Mm, that's good. We're done here."

Fang Yun put away the recording stone, edited the footage, and nodded in satisfaction.

Before long, the portly lord, who had supposedly been hacked into a bloody mess, wiped the ketchup from the corner of his mouth and stood up.

He looked at the footage Fang Yun had edited and asked with a beaming smile,

"Young Master Fang, will this really work?"

"Heh!"

Fang Yun chuckled. "Of course. Just send your daughter this recording stone showing your entire Lin family being slaughtered, and it'll definitely help her break through."

"The total cost this time is three hundred low-grade spirit stones."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.