Lu Family Mansion, 09:00;
A week had passed. Not a word from Rong Xinghe.
Of course, the Six Tigers knew where she was—what she was doing. Their angel had vanished into the Shadow Ruins, where she'd been spending the last seven days unleashing hell upon Rong Yufan, Huang Biu, Adrian Novikov, and Joe Miller.
While the Hybrids rotated shifts, torturing the Rong family elders—locked away in a separate basement not far from the decaying factories—their Princess was laser-focused.
Not on healing.
Not on resting.
But on one thing only—channeling her torment into the screams of those who'd wronged her Yuan. Attempting to satiate her rage by delivering it blow by calculated blow.
"Did… did she pick up?" Songyan asked softly as she approached her husband, rocking baby Taio gently in her arms, coaxing the child into sleep.
