"Isn't it inappropriate for you to investigate like this?" Shi Donglai's voice rang out.
Zhou Qi did not even raise his head. "Treasure Pavilion is Yao Family property. Since the goods are in Treasure Pavilion's storeroom, they should be entered into Young Master Qing's accounts."
Shi Donglai's expression darkened further. "This batch of goods will not be entered into the public accounts. They are Young Master Ke's personal property."
Zhou Qi finally looked up at him. "Private goods? Who approved them? How were they processed through the accounts?"
Shi Donglai was left speechless.
Private goods were a gray-area operation to begin with. Once brought into the open, they could not be explained at all.
He stared at Zhou Qi, the chill in his eyes growing heavier by the moment.
"Guard Zhou," he said, enunciating each word, "I advise you to stop while you can. This is Yongjing, not Lin'an City. Some rules are not for a mere guard like you to break."
Zhou Qi stared at him, then suddenly smiled.
"Manager Shi," Zhou Qi said, "I do not understand the rules you speak of, but I understand another rule."
He paused.
"Rules are made for the weak!!"
The moment the words fell, his aura erupted.
The pressure of Foundation Establishment, Third Layer crashed down like an overturning mountain range, bearing straight toward Shi Donglai.
Shi Donglai's pupils contracted sharply.
He had never imagined that Zhou Qi would make a move right outside Treasure Pavilion.
No, it was not an attack. It was a demonstration.
But he too was at the Foundation Establishment, Third-Layer Peak.
Shi Donglai snorted coldly and released his own aura, meeting it head-on.
The two waves of pressure collided in midair, and even the air seemed to freeze solid.
The attendants at the entrance were forced back