The hotel curtain tears easily in my hands, expensive silk giving way like paper. I wrap Tang Yuanxuan's severed head carefully, making sure no blood seeps through the fabric. The weight feels heavier than it should, but that might just be the gravity of what comes next.
I step over the unconscious woman without a second glance. She'll wake up in a few hours with a headache and trauma that will last years. But she'll live, which is more than her companion can say.
The guards outside are still unconscious when I emerge from the suite. I drag them inside and arrange them beside Tang Yuanxuan's headless corpse. By the time they wake up, I'll be long gone, but the scene will send a clear message to anyone who cares to listen.
