The moment Zavian obyed Sheyaan's order without hesitation everyone standing there was left stunned. A deep silence spread across the entire mall.
On one side, Younshu and Alisha didn't look surprised at all—they already knew the truth very well.
But the real shock was happening right in front of Fangxi. Before his eyes, a man like Zavian, someone who carried such an untouchable presence and status,
was standing there with his head lowered like nothing more than an ordinary bodyguard. That level of obedience made the silence even heavier.
The Fashion Consultant stood completely still and quiet, as if she was simply waiting for the storm to settle.
But among everyone present, the worst condition belonged to Youlang. His mind had gone numb.
He couldn't understand what exactly was happening around him anymore. What kind of terrifying game had he gotten himself trapped inside?
As the seconds passed, the fear inside Youlang slowly turned into something even darker and deeper.
Behind him, his three henchmen stood proudly with loaded guns in their hands. Trying to protect the last bit of courage left inside him,
Youlang suddenly straightened his posture and stood tall—a desperate attempt to hide the emptiness growing within him.
But the lines of fear and worry on his forehead clearly exposed how badly he was crumbling from the inside.
"Hey..."
Youlang slowly raised his trembling finger toward Zavian. His throat had gone dry, and fear made his voice stutter uncontrollably.
"Yo...You two... what are you even..talking about?!"
He tried his best to keep his finger firmly pointed at Zavian, but the shaking in his hand refused to stop. His voice carried a trembling fear that was impossible to hide.
"And you... you're going to teach me a..lesson? In your own way, huh?!"
The strange mixture of anger and fear completely changed Youlang's expression.
His face had turned bright red from humiliation and panic, as if the final thread holding his patience together was about to snap at any second.
Suddenly like a completely madman, Youlang spread both of his arms wide and raised them into the air before shouting loudly.
"Maybe all of you have.. forgotten one very important thing... I've already planted bombs throughout this.. entire mall! And if any one of you even tries.. to touch me..."
The moment he gave the threat, Youlang quickly pulled out a black remote from his coat pocket. Waving it in front of everyone with a twisted smile, he said:
"...then I'll press this.. remote's button! And the moment I do, all of you.. will go up in flames.. together! Every single one of you will turn... into ashes!"
Youlang's words sank into everyone's ears like molten glass. Nobody spoke.
Everyone stood there silently, watching his every movement carefully. The air inside the mall had become unbearably heavy.
At that moment, Fangxi, who had been silently observing everything until now,
finally spoke in a cold and serious tone. Keeping his sharp gaze fixed on Youlang, he said:
"Looks like you don't care...about your own life anymore... Because you're standing inside this...mall with us too. Which means if we die.. here, you'll burn along with us...as well."
Hearing Fangxi's calm but heavy words, Youlang didn't stop. Instead, he burst into loud laughter—a laugh filled with madness and twisted cruelty.
Then, in a voice overflowing with hatred, he said:
"I don't care about my life... anymore! Because once this mall is gone... that bastard brother of mine will be.. destroyed too! His entire empire will be reduced to...dust!"
"..because his life is tied to.. this mall!"
The moment everyone heard Youlang's final insane statement, shock spread across the entire hall.
It felt as if the ground beneath their feet had disappeared. A strange and terrifying silence instantly filled the mall.
All the innocent people hiding nearby were completely terrified after hearing about the bombs.
Fear froze them in place, as if their breaths had gotten stuck in their throats. The fear of death and deep worry were clearly visible on every face.
Nobody could understand how they were supposed to escape this living nightmare.
At that moment, from one dark corner where a family was hiding, a small innocent little girl spoke softly.
Tears were flowing from her eyes as she clung tightly to her mother and cried:
"Mom... when will we go home...? I'm really...scared!"
Hearing her daughter's trembling and innocent voice, the already frightened mother felt her heart shatter.
Trying to calm her child, she gently hugged her close and stroked her head while holding back her own tears. In a shaky voice, she said:
"We'll go home very.. soon, sweetheart... just a little longer! Dad will... come save us... so don't worry!"
After hearing her mother's false reassurance, the little girl tightly wrapped her tiny arms around her and buried herself in her embrace.
Listening to the child's innocent words made everyone hiding there feel a painful ache in their hearts.
People watched the little girl with tear-filled eyes, while silently breaking apart inside.
Then, suddenly breaking the heavy silence, four or five henchmen came running toward Youlang from different corners of the mall and stood.
there proudly with their chests puffed out. At that moment, one of them spoke in a firm voice:
"Boss... we've planted bombs in every... corner of the mall! The timer has been set to only 10 minutes... and once those 10 minutes are over,..
all the bombs will explode..automatically! And if you want, the remote you're holding can.. also fully control the bombs!"
The moment everyone heard that, Younshu, Alisha, Fangxi, Sheyaan, Zavian, and even the Fashion Consultant froze on the spot.
It felt as if the blood in their veins had turned cold. Ten seconds... that was all that stood between life and death now.
But even in such a terrifying atmosphere, a twisted smile spread across Youlang's face. Like a madman, he proudly said:
"Good... keep up the good..work!"
Youlang praised his men with satisfaction, and hearing that, all the henchmen responded together in one loud voice:
"Thank you, Boss!"
Hearing Youlang's insane and terrifying words, Sheyaan completely lost her temper. Standing there with anger burning across her face, she shouted:
"Zayan! I already told you I don't want to... stay here even for one more second...! And you're still standing there listening to.. this man's useless and disgusting.. nonsense?!"
Hearing Sheyaan's furious words, silence spread across Zavian's face. He suddenly turned serious and, with a faint smile and a cold voice, quietly said:
"Sorry..."
But in the very next moment, Zavian did something that left everyone stunned.
Calmly, he picked up a soft velvet chair placed nearby and gently brought it over to Sheyaan with surprising care and respect.
Looking straight into her eyes, he smiled softly and said:
"Sit here and relax... Just give me 6 seconds. After that, we'll leave this... place."
In the middle of a deadly 10- minutes bomb timer... seeing Zavian this calm somehow exhausted Sheyaan's anger.
Without saying another word, she sat down on the chair like a true "Bad Girl," crossing one leg over the other while letting both her arms rest lazily on the sides of the chair.
Then she leaned her neck back against it. At that moment, her attitude felt no less than that of a queen.
Zavian slowly looked away from Sheyaan. With effortless elegance, he adjusted his coat using one hand.
Then, raising his deep and mysterious eyes, he began walking toward Youlang with slow, heavy, confidence-filled steps.
Seeing Zavian walking toward him with those heavy, confidence-filled steps...Youlang's eyes widened in fear instantly.
All of his arrogance and madness disappeared in a single moment.
While walking forward, Zavian gave a sharp mocking smirk, and his cold, ice-like voice echoed through the hall:
"Alright... enough talking now... let's get to work..instead."
Hearing Zavian's flat yet terrifying words, Youlang trembled from the inside. He hurriedly opened his shaking lips and stuttered nervously:
"Wha..What do you mean.. by that?! Don't even try to touch me, or I'll press this remote..button right now!"
His entire body trembling, Youlang glanced at everyone standing there before continuing in a quivering voice:
"I'll turn all of you... into dust this very.. second!"
But even after hearing Youlang's final scream and threat, Zavian's steps didn't stop.
Looking straight at him, he gave another cold and deadly smirk—one that made it seem as if neither Youlang's threats nor the remote controlling death itself meant anything to him.
He stood far above this entire game of death.