After Lu Xio's departure, the evening city lights flickered like dying embers on the horizon.
Leo sat in the backseat of his sleek black car, his gaze calm yet cold as ever, staring through the tinted glass as if seeing through the night itself.
His phone suddenly rang. The sound was sharp — like a dagger slicing through silence.
Leo lazily raised his hand and answered. The voice on the other end belonged to one of his Shadow Force members — an elite group loyal only to him.
"Master Leo," the man said hurriedly, "the thugs… they've started causing trouble again. It's the same ones from last time. They've surrounded Miss Lu Ruolan's place."
Leo's eyes opened slightly, a faint gleam flashing within. His fingers tapped against the car's armrest, rhythmic and thoughtful.
"So," he said quietly, his tone neither surprised nor emotional, "they finally lost their patience."
He leaned back in the seat and gave a small half-smile — the kind that was both charming and dangerous.
