Every step Zavian took felt like a silent crashing down on Youlang. The entire mall had become suffocatingly heavy with pressure and fear.
Even knowing that a single press of the remote could kill everyone instantly, Zavian continued walking forward without hesitation.
There was no fear in his eyes—only coldness… and terrifying calmness.
Meanwhile, Youlang's entire body trembled violently. Fear and rage had completely twisted his expression, while the remote in his hand shook uncontrollably.
Seeing Zavian approach without stopping, Youlang instinctively stepped backward.
"He...Hey… stop right there! Othe...Otherwise… none of you will survive!"
His trembling voice echoed across the silent mall, causing the hidden hostages to freeze in shock.
But Zavian remained completely unaffected.
With cold and merciless eyes locked onto Youlang, he kept moving forward. Every step…
crushed Youlang's remaining courage. And finally—
Zavian stopped right in front of him. Then, in a flat yet spine-chilling voice, he spoke—
"…So tell me…"
The moment those words left Zavian's mouth, Youlang froze completely.
His fearful eyes remained locked onto Zavian's face, unable to look away no matter how hard he tried. Fear had already robbed him of the strength to even move.
Slowly rubbing his hands together, Zavian spoke again in a calm yet terrifying tone,
"So… should I start with you… or…?"
Before completing his sentence, his mysterious gaze shifted toward the gangsters standing behind Youlang.
Those men stood proudly with loaded guns in their hands, believing they controlled the entire situation.
However, under Zavian's cold gaze, they looked nothing more than pathetic clowns.
"Your worthless thugs…?"
"Standing here like jokers, pretending to be dangerous."
The next moment, Zavian stepped closer to Youlang and leaned near his face in an eerie manner.
A cold, frightening smirk curved across his lips as he whispered slowly,
**"What are you saying, huh…? I don't care who I start with, I'm the one who'll enjoy the fight.
Seeing Zavian's dangerous smirk and hearing his flat words, Youlang completely lost his temper.
He could clearly feel his pride being crushed in front of everyone present there.
Rage instantly consumed him.
Grinding his teeth violently, he shoved Zavian backward with all his strength using one hand. The powerful push forced Zavian two steps back instantly.
"Stay within your limits… understood?!"
Youlang roared furiously while waving his hand aggressively.
After a brief silence, he raised the black remote proudly before everyone and sneered,
"Don't forget… all your lives are trapped inside.. this tiny yet deadly remote."
"With just one press… I can bury every single one... of you alive."
However, instead of reacting immediately, Zavian calmly brushed the part of his coat where Youlang had touched him.
That calmness, however, hid a terrifying storm beneath it.
Youlang's disrespect had genuinely angered him now. Crimson waves of fury flashed through his mysterious eyes.
And then—
In the blink of an eye, Zavian suddenly grabbed Youlang by the collar!
Grinding his teeth, he fixed his cold and merciless gaze onto him before speaking in a chilling voice—
"Fine then ..."
A tense silence filled the atmosphere before Zavian tightened his grip around Youlang's collar even further. holding him firmly, he spoke mercilessly.
"Let's see… who kills whom."
There was no fear of death in his voice—only overwhelming confidence and absolute dominance.
At that moment, Zavian's mysterious eyes shifted toward Sheyaan. Sitting elegantly on the velvet chair like a queen, she stared at him without blinking even once.
Looking at her, Zavian subtly signaled with his eyes before immediately turning serious again and shifting his gaze toward the Fashion Consultant.
That tiny signal alone was enough for Sheyaan to understand everything instantly.
The coordination between them was so precise that Fangxi, Alisha, and Younshu failed to notice anything suspicious.
Without wasting any time, Sheyaan quickly gestured toward the Fashion Consultant and softly called her over.
"Listen..."
Hearing Sheyaan's voice and noticing her hand gesture, the Fashion Consultant immediately turned toward her. She quickly walked over to Sheyaan and softly asked:
"Tell me... what is it?"
With a small mysterious smile, Sheyaan looked at her and said:
"Can you bring me.. a small mirror...?"
Hearing such a strange request, the Fashion Consultant paused for a moment to think. Then, without asking any questions, she quietly replied:
"Okay, I'll bring it.. right away."
The moment she agreed, a hidden victorious smile spread across Sheyaan's lips.
The Fashion Consultant immediately turned around and hurried toward one of the stores inside the mall.
As soon as she left, Sheyaan shifted her gaze toward Zavian, who was still watching only her.
Giving him a thumbs-up with her hand, Sheyaan silently signaled:
"The job's..done...!"
Zavian saw the signal and instantly tightened the pressure on Youlang while staring at him mercilessly.
Watching their silent conspiracy, Youlang completely lost his composure. In fear and frustration, he shouted at his men:
"What are you idiots standing around for?! Kill this bastard!"
The moment they heard their boss's order, all the henchmen rushed toward Zavian with their loaded guns.
But not even a single expression changed on Zavian's face. Watching them approach, he simply gave a deadly smirk.
In the very next second, he tightened his grip around Youlang's collar even harder than before!
The instant the collar tightened Youlang's face started turning pale blue from fear and pain.
His expression stiffened completely, as if his breathing had stopped right there.