The young man noticed that a conflict was happening ahead of him, he hated the wild men who got others involved in fights, preferring to use fists over words...
Picking up his phone, the man dialed a number.
"Mmm, the palace, there's been a fight. Send someone to handle it immediately."
The man ended the call and continued to stroll leisurely further inside.
His pupils were dilated, his eyes lifeless, as if there was nothing before him but white, empty space.
As he passed by the group of savages, the man's shoulder suddenly felt heavier.
"Meng Chuan, where do you think you're going?"
Meng Chuan's drifting gaze suddenly found focus as he looked at Si Yuchen, one second, two seconds, three seconds...
"Yuchen?"
Upon taking a closer look, Meng Chuan realized that the people who seemed to be fighting beside him weren't strangers at all, but Yuchen's colleagues from the hospital, the Shen guy, and two women...
