The ringing phone jolted Ary out of his thoughts. He looked at it and saw an unfamiliar number.
"Hello?" Ary answered.
"You were looking for me?" The voice on the other end—the one Ary remembered so clearly—made his whole body tremble.
Not long ago, Ary had experienced the feeling of having his life completely in someone else's hands for the first time.
Naturally, he remembered the owner of that voice very clearly.
"Mr. Zhou," Ary said hurriedly and respectfully, "I was looking for you because of some personal matters."
"Personal matters?"
"Yes. If you are willing, we could meet and discuss them in detail. That might be better."
Ary said, "If you cannot spare the time to come, or if you do not trust me, you can choose the place and time. I can come alone."
"Very well. Then the place will be your office, and the time will be now," Zhou Yi said with a soft laugh. "Open the door."
"..." Ary did not react at first.
It was not until three knocks sounded on his office door—knock, knock, knock—that Ary came to his senses. He jumped up and cautiously went to open it.
"Mr... Mr. Zhou?"
When he opened the door and found Zhou Yi truly standing outside, Ary was stunned for a moment. He looked behind and beside Zhou Yi, only to find that none of his men were accompanying him.
Then how had Zhou Yi gotten in?
Were all his subordinates dead?
They had let someone in without even reporting it?
Ary was not dissatisfied with Zhou Yi. It was just that if Zhou Yi could walk right up to him so silently, could other assassins do the same?
The thought gave Ary the urge to replace every last one of his guards.
"Do not worry.