He had to wait.
Wait for the final result from the Jinwu Society.
Just thinking about it made his gaze turn cold again.
Dammit, he better not find out who killed Yao Bin!
Otherwise, he would never let them off.
As he was thinking, suddenly the study's windows began rattling loudly, the wind prying them open.
With two or three windows open, the cold air poured in ceaselessly, causing the pages of the books to turn rapidly, making a rustling sound.
Seeing this, Yao Zhenyu frowned and then walked towards the nearest window, intending to close it.
However, as he approached the window, he felt an unease in his heart as if something was about to happen.
But in the next moment, he saw through the reflection in the window glass a red dot rapidly moving over his face.
It seemed to be aiming for the center of his brows.
Upon seeing this, Yao Zhenyu's face changed color, and he cursed inwardly before his body abruptly rolled swiftly to the side.
