"Clean up this place. Capture anyone left breathing."
He didn't look back as he strode through the corridor of corpses, Tang Fei cradled against his chest, his footsteps echoing with lethal finality. Blood squelched under his shoes.
The carnage seemed to part before him like a grotesque red sea.
He reached the sedan and slid inside with practiced ease, settling into the leather seat with Tang Fei arranged carefully across his lap.
"Fei Fei... Fei Fei..."
He murmured her name like a prayer, his fingers brushing blood-matted hair from her forehead. She appeared deeply asleep, her breathing even and slow.
He didn't disturb her further. Instead, he extracted his phone with his free hand and pulled up his contacts, his thumb moving with sharp, decisive movements.
"Be at the mansion in ten minutes," he told the doctor, his tone brooking no argument. "Not eleven. Ten."
