Inside the Xu Family villa, the atmosphere was thick enough to be suffocating.
News of Xu Huan’s escape had arrived, and the three brothers wore expressions of terrifying gloom. Xu Jiahe sat on a leather sofa; the daylight streaming through the window fell upon his grim face, yet it could not dispel the haze in his eyes. His slender fingers tapped rhythmically against the mahogany tabletop—a slow, oppressive cadence that seemed to suppress the raging fire within him.
"Bang!"
Chapter 19