The sun sank toward the western hills, its dying light red as blood.
The floor heating burned hot in the Dragon Gate Escort Agency's study.
Lu Zongyuan sat upright in a great red sandalwood chair, reviewing secret letters from branches across the region with a vermilion brush.
Old Ancestor Lu Changsheng had gone to the front lines at Blackwater Ancient Town, leaving this vast family enterprise on his shoulders alone.
"Finally, it's my turn to enjoy myself."
So this was what power tasted like.
He no longer had to watch the Old Ancestor's face or kneel on the ground and play the dutiful grandson.
"Dad!"
A shrill howl shattered the quiet.
Lu Zongyuan's hand jerked, and his brush dragged a glaring red streak across the paper.
His brows drew tight. He slapped the brush onto the desk. "During work, address me by my title. Call me Head Boss."
"H-Head Boss."
The door flew open. Lu Jin stumbled in, dropped into a perfect sliding kneel, and skidded straight to the desk.
His face was deathly pale and slick with cold sweat, like a living corpse fresh from a mass grave. Terror filled his eyes.
"What are you panicking for?" Lu Zongyuan snorted, imitating Lu Changsheng's tone.
"If the sky falls, taller men will hold it up. You're a son of the Lu Family. Stop acting like a coward who's never seen the world."
"He showed up. He showed up again."
Lu Jin's knuckles went white, and his voice shook. "The man pretending to be me. That damned impostor."
Lu Zongyuan froze, his gaze sharpening. "Uncurl your tongue and speak clearly."
Lu Jin swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Yesterday, Miss Zhang sent me to Demon City with a message urging those Demonkin to send troops. I'd just left the Heavenly Fragrance Tower