Miss Hu, who had been bending over to enter the room and clean up the mess, was stopped when Yang Yi pressed one hand onto her head and pushed her straight back.
Miss Hu looked utterly bewildered as she was pushed backward.
She had not expected Yang Yi to be so strong, though his presence still fell far short of Galahad's.
Her heart had been stolen the moment she first saw Galahad. Unfortunately, there was already a homewrecker over there.
As for Yang Yi...
Miss Hu sized Yang Yi up again, then followed the direction of his finger. Only then did she notice an exquisite painting on the floor, seemingly drawn in charcoal. If she had gone in and disturbed things just now, she probably would have ruined it.
Blending into the pitch-black room, which looked like the scene of a fire, the painting was extremely easy to overlook.
But once noticed, its imagery came rushing at the viewer, as though they were standing amid a fire, facing a blazing world.
Everyone crowded at the doorway noticed the painting on the floor and froze. Only when Yang Yi spoke did they come back to their senses.
"Everyone back out first. Preserve the scene."
He bent down, picked up Ma Hou, who reeked of alcohol in the corner, walked a few steps, and closed the door before looking at Lada in the crowd.
"Notify your captain and tell him what's happened here. Come to Steam Island for a meeting later. We may be in big trouble."
Yang Yi spoke seriously, handing Ma Hou over to Lada. He also instructed her to carefully remove the painting from the floor, as they would need it for the meeting.
After giving these instructions, Yang Yi headed back, having already reached a rough conclusion about