Thick air filled the room as the smell of burning marble and the electric hum from the dampening batons lingered on the floor.
Leon's chest rose and fell slowly. His skin radiated a pulse that forced the floor tiles beneath him to cool.
Hayes folded his arms across his chest and pursed his mouth. He frowned at Leon while Lord Luo Fang slowly inspected the ruined room.
"Interesting," Lord Luo Fang said. He stopped by the cracked glass table and rubbed his chin with his left hand. "So, who did this?"
He lifted his gaze to Leon, then to Hayes, and finally to the dead man. "He did it, right? Hayes."
Hayes's eyes glowed with joy as he nodded.
"You can go now. It's not your fault," Lord Luo Fang said with a wave of his hand, dismissing Hayes from the room.
Hei Yung's head snapped back when Hayes reached his side. *Why is he letting him go?*
Hei Yung shifted his gaze to Lord Luo Fang. He exhaled sharply and stepped forward. "Why let him go?"
