Would a small explosion do the trick?

"You can't die." He Lingchuan rinsed his mouth with water, and the foam on the spittoon was still red, "But the explosion was a bit harsh."

He also wiped away the blood coming from under his nose.

Fu Shanyue's eyes flashed with violence: "Who do you think did it?"

If the opponent ambushed him instead of He Lingchuan, Fu Shanyue didn't think he would die, but the feeling of being plotted was always very unpleasant!

"The list of suspects is quite long." He Lingchuan smiled bitterly, "How many people have I offended along the way?"

Fu Shanyue patted him on the shoulder: "They came for me, and they just used you to demonstrate."

Otherwise, why wouldn't the explosives be placed in his house? He knew all the details of this.

Jiao Yu also jumped in: "Killing the chicken to scare the monkey?"

He Lingchuan glared at it: "Who is the chicken?" Does knowing two idioms mean you are literate?

Jiao Yu snored at him twice, and then said to Fu Shanyue: "The coachman of the post house happened to get up at night. Less than ten breaths after the explosion, he saw a man in black climbing over the wall from the yard below the envoy and heading towards Baishi Street.

Now, your skills are strong."
Chapter completed!