Yan Xi was like a younger version of him, particularly the dominance and arrogance in his eyes, which were even stronger in him.
He did not display any emotions, just resting his hands on the arms of the sofa, slowly tracing their edges.
At this moment, he remembered how Yan Xi had once done the same gesture. There was a flicker of sorrow in his eyes.
Next to him, a dozen men in black were standing in a row. Their rigid postures suggestive of their exceptional skills.
In the villa, there were people moving around in the hall, squatting down occasionally, attempting to find any traces or clues.
"Mr. Yan!"
A man wearing a black suit walked into the hall and approached him.
This man, who resembled Yan Xi so much, remained poker-faced, just slightly nodding his head.
"We've just found out that Young Master Yan Xi held a party in this villa last night. He invited some people from wealthy families..."
