The doors of Dynasty Club opened, sweeping in the whirling wind and snow.
The tall man marched with iron-blooded steps, his aura overwhelming, his handsome features sharp and ice-cold.
He entered the lobby, the hem of his black coat cutting a harsh arc through the air.
Following him, over twenty bodyguards with stern expressions fostered a sense of dread.
The group strode quickly into the elevator.
The elevator doors slowly closed, cutting off the shocked and awed gazes of onlookers.
...
Fourth floor.
Ding!
The elevator doors opened, and Xi Jiu stepped out swiftly.
The manager, who had already been waiting at the door, immediately went to greet him.
"Where are they?" Xi Jiu asked coldly.
The manager hurried ahead to show the way.
Inside the room, the table, chairs, bowls, and dishes were all intimately scattered across the floor.
Expensive cashmere carpets mixed with cooking oil and blood created a chaotic scene.
Footsteps were approaching closer from outside the door.
