Xiaojian suddenly stood up, lifted his head, and abruptly fixed his gaze on the Staff member inside. His pitch‑black little eyes seemed to burst with some murky color, and a few people at the side immediately walked over and grabbed that Staff member in one move.
Ye Ning froze. "Xiaojian…"
Xiaojian held Ye Ning's hand, but his eyes were still icily locked on the people in front, his indifferent gaze seeming cold enough to freeze into ice.
His ink‑dark pupils had already turned into a wash of ashen black, with not a trace of color left.
"You hurt my sister. Not a single one of you is getting away."
He finished, then flicked his hand. "Seal this place off for me. No one responsible is allowed to leave."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Xiaojian went on, "Now…" He suddenly let go of Ye Ning, picked up the gun from the ground, then raised it and came up to that Staff member.
Ye Ning paused, still not having processed it yet,
