Lu Family Mansion, 08:55;
Lu Wei snapped his fingers twice, the sound crisp and cutting in the room. His head of security, a shadow among shadows, appeared before him in an instant, awaiting his command.
Without a word, Lu Wei gave a single, subtle tilt of his head toward the motionless body sprawled on the floor. It was a quiet, almost imperceptible gesture, yet the man understood immediately. He nodded and vanished as swiftly as he had come.
Within minutes, a team of eight men emerged, carrying a stretcher along with the necessary forensic cleaning supplies. They moved efficiently, their practiced hands lifting the body with mechanical precision.
Despite their Master Lu's profound proclivity for violence and bloodshed—shared with President Xi and the other Five Tigers—he did not appreciate corpses littering his home.
