Enslaving Li Zhiming!

Wang Xiao, surrounded by a phalanx of guards clad in black uniforms, their automatic rifles at the ready, ascended the villa's grand staircase.

The soldiers, grim-faced and silent, formed a daunting barrier.

Yet, intriguingly, none of them followed him as he was ushered into the bedroom at the top.

The door shut behind him with a decisive click, isolating him from the armed entourage.

His world narrowed to the spacious room, where a lone figure awaited him. The man, stood with a mane of gray hair, eyed Wang Xiao with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

"Why do I feel like I've seen you before?" Li Zhiming murmured, slightly baffled.

Wang Xiao's red, glowing eyes seemed to stir a vague memory in him.

Wang Xiao's frown was brief, a shadow crossing his face.

He chose to remain silent, his mind racing, assessing this new player in the game.