Dead silence.
The air in the living room froze, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.
The bald man's scream of "You killed him!" echoed like a curse in Zhang Ruoxi's mind, draining the last ounce of strength from her body.
She stared blankly at her faintly trembling hands, then at the motionless heap of mangled flesh in the corner. Her stomach churned, and her face turned white as paper.
Terrified out of their wits by the bloody scene, Yang Yuting and Yang Yujiao huddled together in the corner, their teeth chattering.
The four remaining burly men had lost their earlier swagger.
They looked at their companion's mutilated corpse, then at the delicate girl before them who had killed him with a single blow. Their eyes filled with terror, as though they had seen a ghost. Their legs went weak, and none dared take a step forward.
In the midst of this suffocating standoff-
Click.
The security door opened from outside again.
A middle-aged man in a bespoke Zegna suit and gold-rimmed glasses walked in, followed by a bodyguard who looked like a chauffeur.
He had been smiling, ready to play the hero and rescue the damsels in distress. But the moment he entered and saw the bizarre scene in the living room, he froze.
What was going on?
This wasn't in the script!
The bald man saw the newcomer as his savior. Scrambling over to him, he pointed at the distraught Zhang Ruoxi and cried shrilly, "Mr. Zhang! You're finally here! That little bitch... she... she killed Biaozi!"
The middle-aged man, Zhang Wei, instantly paled.
He shoved the bald man away and snarled under his breath, "Who the fuck are you? Do I know you? Get lost!"
But it was too late.
Yang Yuting snapped out of the shock of seeing