Without another word, Lu Gui turned and left, his steps echoing through the room as he strode out with a calm, lethal grace. Lu Zhan, who had arrived with him, followed close behind, but not before casting a lingering glance at everyone present. His eyes gleamed with hidden calculation, silently memorizing the faces of each person in the room—taking note for future use, perhaps.
As the door closed behind them, the old men were left in stunned silence. The shattered remnants of the table lay scattered on the floor, a harsh reminder of the force and authority Lu Gui had just displayed. None of them spoke, their emotions a mix of rage, fear, and disbelief.
Outside, Lu Gui and Lu Zhan walked in silence, the night air cool against their skin. Lu Gui's mind, however, was still churning. "I'll make sure he doesn't get too comfortable in that position," he thought, a dark resolve forming within him. "But not like them... I won't play their games. I'll face him head-on."