The knocking was heavy and urgent, brutally so. Zhao Yang furrowed his brows fiercely, somewhat reluctantly lifting his head and demanding loudly to the outside, "Who is it?"
"Police, open the door!" boomed the voice from outside with equal brutality.
At this, Zhao Yang sighed and said to Ling Yuxuan, "Well, our lovely evening ends here."
After saying that, he yelled towards the door, "Stop hammering like a ghost. Wait a second, I'm getting dressed!"
"Open up quickly, you've got one minute max!" the voice outside commanded sharply.
"I have no idea who you are. Wait till I'm dressed before we talk. If you dare rush in without my permission, you'll be showing no mercy!" Zhao Yang's tone was filled with lethal intent as he slowly sat up, got out of bed, and found his clothes, dressing unhurriedly.
A minute passed quickly, yet there was no more sound from outside.
