Suburban villa.
The man was still sitting at the desk, his feet resting on the armrest of the chair, intently watching a video on a tablet... No, to be precise, it was a live stream.
When Uncle Bai pushed the door open, this was the scene he saw.
"Sir, it's all been resolved."
On the other end of the tablet, someone spoke into the camera with blood on their face, and the background was quite bloody as well.
"Hm."
The man tossed aside the tablet and turned his head to look at Uncle Bai.
Uncle Bai slightly bent his waist: "Sir."
Uncle Bai was here to report on tonight's events, every word carefully chosen with no superfluous details for the man to hear.
"The Crown Hotel is so cooperative with her?"
"Yes." Uncle Bai nodded: "Do you need to look into it?"
The man's elbow rested on a stack of books on the table, his fingertips naturally drooping, each finger exquisitely beautiful like a work of art.
"Next Wednesday, I'll go pick her up."
