Night had settled over Imperial.
Snow continued to fall beneath the dark winter sky, covering the streets and rooftops in a thin layer of white. The city lights shimmered against the falling flakes, creating an almost peaceful scene.
But peace was the last thing on Liu Shan's mind.
His black car sped along the winding road leading toward his hilltop bungalow.
His jaw was clenched.
His fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
The events outside De L'amour continued replaying in his head.
Lu Tian's eyes.
That brief, penetrating stare.
The unmistakable warning behind it.
Liu Shan had spent years working for Yue Ling. He had faced dangerous people, infiltrated heavily guarded systems, and dealt with individuals who would kill without hesitation.
Yet that single look from Lu Tian had managed to unsettle him more than he cared to admit.
He had called Xu Long immediately after leaving De L'amour.
The conversation had been short.
