8:15 PM.
Yang Jian glanced at his watch, opened his notebook, and wrote a line.
"I am an inconsequential person..."
As the pen paused, the sound of a car engine roared outside almost simultaneously.
Moments later, gunshots echoed within the mansion, and the terrified screams that followed abruptly ceased.
Uniform footsteps approached the entrance.
The intricately carved wooden door was violently kicked open, and a group of soldiers, clad in military coats and masked, stormed in menacingly.
The young officer leading them glanced at Yang Mocheng, who sat motionless on the sofa. After confirming with a photograph, he wordlessly raised his pistol and pulled the trigger at his head.
A single gunshot, brain matter splattered.
"Who are you?"
The young officer turned his head, his cold gaze landing on Yang Jian.
"A guest."
Yang Jian calmly replied.
"A guest?"
