The atmosphere inside the villa was heavy and tense, filled with a silence that pressed down on everyone like a suffocating blanket. Jiang Feng had the four of them–Jiang Qi, Jiang Lei, Jiang Yan, and Jiang Lin–at gunpoint. The room was still, except for the sound of Jiang Feng's footsteps as he paced back and forth, his hand clutching the gun with a dangerous grip.
Jiang Qi sat close beside his father, Jiang Lei, while Jiang Yan and Jiang Lin stood at the side of the same couch, their eyes darting between their father and the weapon in his hand. Jiang Feng had been pacing for more than five minutes now without saying a single word. The silence grew unbearable.
"Uncle, what do you want?" Jiang Qi had tried to ask coldly.
But Jiang Feng had snapped instantly, his face twisting in madness as he barked, "Shut up!"
After that, none of them had dared to speak. They only watched him, waiting, and the waiting felt endless.
