Wedding Night: I Became the Female Supporting Character and Married the Villain!

Chapter 352 - 352: The Final Duel

He clutched the urn tightly in his arms.

Lu Zhao approached Lu Wen. He cast him a casual glance as he spoke. “You could’ve directly confronted me. There was no need to hurt so many innocent people. ”

A flicker of disdain crossed Lu Wen’s expression.

“Innocent people?” Lu Wen scoffed. “Do you know what disgusts me the most, brother? Your hypocritical compassion for those innocent people. You act like you’re some benevolent savior. Did Nancy deserve to die?”

Lu Zhao’s brow furrowed as he responded. “I’ve never wanted harm to befall Nancy. Your project was already a catastrophic failure. If I let you continue, more innocent lives would have been lost.’

“And what about you?” Lu Wen’s eyes reddened. He rushed to Lu Zhao’s side and gripped his collar. “How did your illness miraculously get cured? Do you know where the poison master’s daughter is? Why didn’t you save Nancy?”

A dull ache resonated in Lu Zhao’s heart. It was Luo Ying. It was his beloved Luo Ying. She had been discreetly treating him all along. Each time this realization hit him, Lu Zhao felt like a wretch.

“What do you want now, when Nancy is already dead?” Lu Zhao’s voice remained unwavering.

Lu Wen suddenly broke into a deranged laughter. “Lu Zhao, you’re smart, and so am l. That old man wanted us to compete openly, but he never truly believed in my strength. He merely wanted me to weaken you.”

His gaze dimmed, and he added self-deprecatingly, “From the beginning to the end, I was just a pawn.”

Lu Zhao shook his head. There was a touch of helplessness in his expression. “The injustices you’ve suffered shouldn’t serve as an excuse for your violent deeds. Besides, you’re the legitimate son of the Lu family. You’ve always been far more privileged than an outsider like me.”

Lu Wen’s eyes turned vicious. “You have no right to say that. You let Nancy die.

You ruined me. Today, I’ll ensure you accompany Nancy in death!”

With those words, he drew his pistol and fired a shot straight at Lu Zhao’s chest.

The bulletproof vest absorbed the impact. Lu Zhao stumbled. Xiao Ting swiftly drew his own pistol and fired at Lu Wen.

The bullet struck Lu Wen’s left shoulder. His face contorted in pain. He summoned his last reserves of strength and raised his pistol to fire another shot at Lu Zhao.

This shot struck Lu Zhao’s shoulder. A pool of blood quickly stained his white shirt crimson.

Lu Zhao endured the pain and drew his pistol. He aimed for Lu Wen’s heart.

Bang!

After the gunshot echoed, Lu Wen collapsed into a pool of blood. He twitched and lay still. Nancy’s urn remained tightly in his arms.

Xiao Ting and the others rushed forward.

“Boss, you’re hurt,” Xiao Ting worriedly remarked while looking at Lu Zhao’s bleeding shoulder.

“It’s nothing. Focus on handling Lu Wen’s body,” Lu Zhao instructed him while wincing.

“Just toss him into the sea,” Xiao Ting suggested angrily.

Lu Wen had been a thorn in Lu Zhao’s side from the very beginning. Xiao Ting had long harbored resentment.

“No. Pick a burial site and lay him to rest with Nancy’s ashes,” Lu Zhao ordered as he turned and walked away.

Xiao Ting and the others exchanged baffled looks. How could they bestow such a dignified burial upon someone they despised so vehemently?

Luo Ying was consumed by restlessness at home.

She was clueless about Lu Zhao’s condition. She did not know if he was injured. She paced back and forth within the house.

The door swung open.

Lu Zhao stumbled in.

The sight before her startled Luo Ying. Lu Zhao’s shoulder was a gruesome mess. Crimson drops stained the floor.

“Lu Zhao!” Luo Ying dashed towards him in alarm.

Lu Zhao observed Luo Yings anxious expression and mustered a weak smile. “Don’t worry. It’s just a flesh wound. I won’t die.”

He leaned onto Luo Yings shoulder.

Luo Ying aided Lu Zhao to the sofa and promptly called for Wen Yu.

As Wen Yu hurried into the living room, she too was taken aback by the scene.

However, as a doctor, she retained the composure ingrained by her profession.

The two women helped Lu Zhao onto the bed. After removing Lu Zhao’s shirt, she extracted the bullet, sterilized the wound, applied medication, and dressed it.

Once done, sweat dotted her forehead. Fatigue washed over her. She gazed at Luo Yings concerned eyes and asked, “How did Mr.. Lu end up like this?”