Lu Hanbing stepped forward with slow deliberate steps, his gaze hardening as he placed his hands on Hirvan's shoulder from behind. His touch was firm and protective, like a shield enveloping the young man. With a calm but authoritative tone, he addressed Irama without breaking eye contact.
"Mr Santini, I think it's time for you to leave. I trust you'll heed Hirvan's warning and stay away from now on."
Upon hearing the conversation, Irama's expression had turned grim, and a flicker of pain crossed his eyes. For a brief moment, his gaze shifted to Hirvan, who stood frozen in Lu Hanbing's protective hold. He realised that even getting a glimpse of Hirvan would not be allowed after what Hirvan had said. These two men would ensure that even the possibility of contact would be severed.
