Curious Monica

The moment the door closed, the living room fell into dead silence.

Maria and Carol stood at the foot of the stairs, the tension and shock still lingering on their faces. They had not seen everything outside the door clearly, but that invisible pressure, along with Chu Hang's casual yet domineering, "Do you deserve it?" had reached their ears loud and clear.

Carol in particular stared at Chu Hang's back as he stood there calmly, as though he had merely chased away a fly, while turmoil churned within her. She knew Chu Hang was strong, but she had never imagined he was this strong. That one-eyed man was clearly a ruthless figure with immense power, someone whose word carried absolute weight, yet before Chu Hang, he had not even been qualified to enter the house. He had been left speechless and could only slink away in disgrace.

That was not suppression through strength alone. It was an all-encompassing crushing advantage from a higher dimension—status, power, and mentality alike.

"They... just left?" Maria asked in disbelief. She quietly walked to the window and lifted one corner of the curtain, watching the black SUVs turn around soundlessly, one after another, before quickly vanishing into the small town's night.

"They left." Chu Hang turned around, his face returning to that lazy, harmless expression, as if the cold-eyed, intimidating man from moments ago had never been him. "I told you, as long as I'm here, no one can disturb you."

As he spoke, he walked over to the sofa and dropped into it, casually picking up the cup of coffee on the table that had already gone cold and taking a sip. Then he frowned in distaste.

"Alright, the flies are gone. We can continue." He pointed at the old photo album spread open