Aunt Zhou was still holding onto the frame of the security door when Nan Ze kicked open the door panel and strode into the living room. His black leather shoes made a dull thud on the floor.
His indifferent gaze swept across the empty living room, "Where is Mu Jin Huan?"
His voice was calm and stable, yet carried an intimidating force.
Aunt Zhou shivered and answered respectfully, "In... in the study room."
Before she could finish the word "room," a series of footsteps echoed with consistent frequency, growing distant.
Aunt Zhou secretly glanced at the stairs, feeling as though the tall figure carried a darkness capable of engulfing everything, like last night's torrential rain.
Dressed in black, Nan Ze disappeared around the corner, followed by a loud "bang," and a few seconds later, an even heavier, deeper sound reverberated through the villa.
