Passing Off the Fake as Real: I Anger the Living King of Hell of the Capital Circle

The greatest lie Tan Wu ever told was pretending to be a harmless little white rabbit so he could stumble into Zong Yan's arms.

To uncover the truth behind his family's massacre seven years ago, he planned every step carefully, got his hands dirty, and did not hesitate to drag the celebrated lawyer, a paragon of absolute justice, down from his pedestal.

The day the trap closed and the enemy was brought to justice,

Tan Wu swallowed the blood in his mouth, turned, and jumped into the deep sea, intending to take all his lies with him to the grave.

But in the freezing water, a pair of powerful hands dragged him back with a desperate grip.

Zong Yan, always impeccably composed and terrifyingly calm, had bloodshot eyes as he pinned Tan Wu helplessly in his arms.

"Tan Wu, did you think you could enter my game whenever you wanted and leave it by dying whenever you wanted?"

"Of all the falsehoods you've made up in your life, the one where you said you loved me has to be true."

[Utterly Rational, Elegant Scoundrel of a Top Lawyer] x [Fake Delicate Flower, Forger with Blood on His Hands]