Lu Zhendong's face darkened further. "Uncle Yu, we may belong to different departments, but do you have to be so rude?"
"What does the damage to Southern City's cultural relics have to do with our Institute of Non-Natural Research?"
"You can't put it that way." Yu Shan took a puff from his pipe. "If you people worked harder, would you have let a dangerous charlatan like that hide deep among Beijing's wealthy elite?"
"Would he still be able to come out and stir up trouble now?"
"..." Lu Zhendong was left speechless by the retort.
Yu Shan glanced at the black patches scattered around them. "If he could summon something like Hell Apes, this charlatan is clearly no ordinary man. If you don't act soon, it'll be hard for any of us to predict what happens next. Your institute had better watch itself."
With that, he left the palace with his hands behind his back and strode toward the Guesthouse.
Jian Ran had been carried back to his room. Lu Yanting sat on the edge of the bed, his incomparably handsome face seemingly coated in frost, his thin lips pressed tightly together. Emotions like an approaching storm brewed around him.
Anyone else could get hurt, but no one could touch a hair on Jian Ran's head!
That was his bottom line. Once someone crossed it, Lu Yanting would turn into a beast and fight to the death!
His phone suddenly vibrated. He took it out and saw that it was Lu Yuhuan.
Although they were brothers, they rarely called each other, unless...
Lu Yanting's expression grew solemn as he swiped to answer. "What is it?"
"How's Jian Ran? Nothing happened to him, did it?" Lu Yuhuan sounded a little strange.
Lu Yanting frowned. "Just say what you want to say."