He paused when he saw their faces, the pallor, the shock, the barely contained worry. For a moment, something like sympathy flickered in his professional demeanor.
"Good night, Master... Young Master..." Ah Yu bowed respectfully, his voice carefully neutral.
Neither man responded immediately. They simply watched as Ah Yu made his way to the door, his footsteps echoing in the marble foyer. The sound of the front door closing felt final, ominous.
Moments later, they heard the sound of a car engine starting, then fading into the distance as Ah Yu drove away to deliver his cargo to whatever dark fate awaited.
Jin Zixuan was the first to move, pouring himself another glass of whiskey with shaking hands. He didn't drink it, just held it, staring into the amber liquid as if it might reveal secrets.
"He told us not to tell anyone," Jin Zixuan said quietly. "Which means this is serious. Dangerous, even."
