I'm Only Killing You, Yet You Want to Dirty My Clothes?

The next morning.

A convoy rolled out of the Investigation Bureau in grand fashion.

From the Investigation Bureau's windowsill, Director Tan watched Huo Zheng's convoy depart with a grim expression.

The morning sunlight fell across his face through the window, yet it could not dispel the cold smile at the corner of his lips.

"Bai Ye, heh... You fool who doesn't know his place, you dared threaten me? This day next year will be the anniversary of your death!"

The thought of Bai Ye dying soon filled Director Tan with delight. Having Bai Ye hold a gun to his head yesterday had been the greatest humiliation of his life!

Only blood could wash away such disgrace. Everything had been arranged on the chairman's side. Bai Ye definitely would not live past today!

"Ha ha ha..."

"What good news has you so happy, Old Tan?" A brazen, teasing voice sounded from behind Director Tan.

Director Tan's laughter came to an abrupt halt. Startled, he spun around in horror.

A young man in a black-and-gold trench coat and black gloves sat in the office chair, one leg crossed over the other, smiling at him.

The black-and-gold trench coat radiated an ostentatious nobility in the light. Its main body was a deep black, like ink kneaded into the night, while the collar, chest, and other areas bore intricate and mysterious golden patterns embroidered in gold thread, making it exceptionally luxurious.

Most eye-catching of all were the three stars set into the coat, each crafted entirely from gold. They were Starlight Corporation's newly released autumn collection.

And the young man was, naturally, Bai Ye.

As everyone knew, smiles did not disappear. They merely moved elsewhere.

Director Tan's expression changed again and again. He said in shock, "Y-you-you... Didn't you leave in the car?!"

Bai