The Haunting Shadows of the Past

As the Li family hurried towards the villa, a sense of dread crept up their spines. The streets were eerily quiet, the city holding its breath in anticipation of the storm to come.

When they arrived, the sight that greeted them sent a chill down their spines. Scattered on the ground were the lifeless bodies of the guards they had left behind, their uniforms stained with crimson.

Li Xinjie knelt beside one of the fallen, his brow furrowed in concentration. "This isn't the organization's style," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of uncertainty.

Li Chen turned to his twin, his expression grim. "You mean someone else did this?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.

Li Xinjie nodded, his jaw tightening with resolve. "Yes," he replied, his gaze sweeping the carnage before them. "We need to find out who."

Turning to Deng Chengxi, Li Xinjie said, "Please take Cen Yuhuan home. Her parents must be worried."