Jiang Ruan looked at him in surprise as well.
His jawline was taut, and his high-bridged nose blended into deep eye sockets. His aura sharply projected a faint shadow, as if it was shrouding her and making it hard for her to breathe.
"Remove the handcuffs from my wife." Fu Chi gazed at the man, stating each word distinctly.
His tone was extremely indifferent, yet an oppressive sense of finality underlined his words, leaving no room for refusal.
It was both an order and a threat.
The man's expression flickered, inwardly lamenting his luck. Why did he happen to be on duty today? Having barely seen off one such demanding visitor during the day, he now had to deal with another in the middle of the night.
Who had he offended?
"Lord... the third, this is not according... to the rules... We won't be able to explain to our superiors...", he stammered.
Unfortunately, they had no option but to cater to and appease this imposing figure.
His elevated status was undeniable.
