"Young Master Qingyi, this area has been marked as a possible crime scene and is under investigation. Please don't—" The voice of the guard stationed outside Chen Wei's room echoed down the empty hallway, hesitant and cut off mid-sentence.
"I'm going to count to three. If you don't get out of my way, there won't be anything left for your family to hold a funeral for." Qingyi declared, an overwhelming murderous intent radiating from his body in suffocating waves, making the air around him feel as dense as lead.
The guard hesitated, his face turning pale in a matter of seconds.
He thought about contacting his superior, but honestly, he didn't know what to do in the face of that overwhelming pressure.
"One."
A single number was enough.
The guard, drenched in cold sweat and crushed by that terrible murderous intent, cleared the way instantly, his body trembling as he gasped for air.
Qingyi entered Chen Wei's room without so much as a second glance.
