Chenghai moved before Huang Zedong's friends could.
In a single second, he saw Shen Kaiyang shift his weight toward Lingyun, saw Tao Jun angle himself between Meilan and the rest of the room, and saw Lin Cheng reach for a weapon he had no business bringing into Rouxi's presence.
Guo Renwang dragged Huang Zedong's corpse backward by its shoulders until the pressure and the movement itself finished what the fire hadn't. The body disintegrated into nothing more than a pile of ash with chunkier bits where the bones were still somewhat solid.
The it didn't matter if Huang Zedong was alive or dead, they were protecting him anyway.
Even before he was set on fire, no one demanded that he apologize for following order, they didn't think he had done anything wrong.
And that was the worst part.
But it was done. Huang was dead.
The only thing that concerned Chenghai was what was going to happen next.
