Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

The man in black's face was like a frost-covered bluestone on a winter's day, cold and hard, devoid of any warmth. His deep eyes seemed sealed by an invisible layer of ice, unable to reveal a single trace of warmth.

"Master Mingyi, I'm sorry I can't obey your order."

The line of his tightly pursed lips was like a sharp blade, and the words he spoke were cold and ruthless.

Ming Yi was young and hot-headed. Although he knew that he was Rong Zhi's most capable subordinate, he could not remain calm in the face of such a situation.

His face seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud, his eyes instantly ignited with rage, his pupils constricted, and his eyes were filled with anger.

There was an imperceptible tension in the air, like an invisible net silently binding everyone tightly. Every nerve was stretched to a taut tautness.

“Ah…ah…”

The cook's eyes almost popped out and she struggled hard.

When Ming saw this, his eyes tightened and his face became so gloomy that it seemed as if tears were about to drip out of it.

"I say it again, let her go."

He spoke again, as if he was having a difficult battle with the man in black. Each syllable seemed heavy and powerful, yet mixed with a barely perceptible tremor.

Seeing that he was a little agitated, the man in black took a deep breath and spoke in a cold voice.

"How about you give Second Young Master Ming a call?"

Mingyi's chest heaved violently, and veins on his forehead throbbed.

The cook looked at him pleadingly, her eyes filled with bright red blood.

Mingyi hesitated.

Time seemed stretched at this moment, each second filled with uncertainty and danger. Even the dust in the air seemed drawn in by the tense atmosphere, slowly condensing to form blurry and eerie patterns.

In this tense space, every subtle movement and every eye contact may become the spark that ignites the flames of war.

The man in black said calmly, "How about I call Second Young Master Ming?"

Ming Yi's heart sank. He took out his cell phone and called Ming Zhan.

"Mingyi, what's wrong?" Ming Zhan's voice was low and hoarse, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat, with a hint of imperceptible hoarseness and fatigue.

"Second brother, someone wants to take away the Ming family's servants. What do you think we should do?" Ming Yi's tone contained a hint of anger.

"Who's so bold?" Ming Zhan's tone suddenly became stern. His voice rose sharply, booming like thunder, shaking everyone's heart and soul. There was no room for compromise in his words, and every syllable was filled with unquestionable firmness.

Ming Yi's eyes were dark as he stared at the man in black. "Second Master's men."

"Second Master's men?" Ming Zhan on the other end of the line was visibly stunned for a moment, then his tone suddenly slowed down. "Who is he going to take away?"

Mingyi's eyes were blazing with fire. "A cook in the small kitchen."

Ming Zhan was shocked, "Cook?"

Ming Yi said, "Brother, if we let him kidnap the person like this, our Ming family will lose face in the future."

Ming Zhan was silent.

The air froze to ice. Within this suffocating tension, there was also an indescribable danger hidden.

Seeing this, the man in black grabbed the cook's arm with one hand and took out his cell phone with the other.

He really didn't expect Mingyi to be so stubborn.

"Master Mingyi, this is the order from the Second Master and Madam. If you delay any further, I might get scolded, but I can't afford to delay their work."

Ming Yi frowned and said coldly, "I only listen to my second brother."

"He said it was Rongzhi and Wan'er's order?" Ming Zhan felt as if a complex emotion was churning in his chest, with doubt, uneasiness and anxiety intertwined.

Mingyi said, "Who knows if it's true?"

Ming Zhan's tone suddenly became serious, "Ming Yi, let him go."

Ming Yi was shocked, "Second brother?"

Ming Zhan spoke slowly, "Ming Yi, this is also my order."

Mingyi's heart suddenly tightened, followed by an indescribable chill that rushed from his feet to his head. His lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't make a sound, as if an invisible force was strangling his throat.

His eyes were wide open, and what was reflected in his pupils was a fierce battle between reality and disbelief.

After a few seconds, he angrily shouted at the man in black, "Let's go!"

The man in black said to him, "You are worthy of being a member of the Ming family."

"You..." Mingyi's body stiffened unconsciously, his hands clenched into fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

As the man in black passed by him, he said, "Master Mingyi, the Ming family's surveillance system needs to be inspected."

The whispered words were like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, hitting Mingyi's chest again and again, making him angry and indignant.

"Ah...ah..." The cook struggled with all her might.

The man in black aimed at her neck and chopped her unconscious with a knife.

-

After Ming Yi returned to the funeral hall, he felt something was wrong. He took out his phone and prepared to call Ming Zhan again.

The other party called him a second earlier.

"Tell me, is something wrong with Wan'er?"

Ming Yi's body froze, "No?"

Ming Zhan was panting and breathing heavily, "Mingyi, are you sure Wan'er is okay?"

Mingyi was a little panicked, his voice trembling, "She was just a little tired, so Rongzhi took her away to rest..."

Ming Zhan was startled, "A little tired?"

Mingyi asked nervously, "Second brother, what's wrong?"

"Beep beep..."

Ming Zhan hung up the phone.

Mingyi's throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible object, and the sound he made was weak and trembling, like a candle swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time.

-

Rong Zhi rushed all the way and sent Sang Yuwan to Lingtian Hospital in less than a quarter of an hour.

Sang Yuwan hadn't woken up yet, and her cheeks were getting redder and redder.

"Wanwan, wake up..." Rong Zhi held her and ran straight to the dean's office.

Even though he was running all the way, Sang Yuwan still nestled quietly in his arms without even blinking an eyelash.

Rong Zhi was drenched in sweat, and the sweat rolling down his forehead dripped onto Sang Yuwan's face.

She was unconscious.

Rong Zhi anxiously came to the door of the dean's office and kicked it open.

The dean was shocked.

"Second Master..."

"Hurry up and test her blood." Rong Zhi put Sang Yuwan on the examination bed in the office and spoke coldly.

The dean hurriedly put down the work at hand, walked over quickly, and gently pinched Sang Yuwan's wrist.

The pulse is normal.

"Did Mrs. Bo drink alcohol today?"

Rong Zhi's face darkened and he said in a more serious tone, "I asked you to do a blood test on her."

The dean's heart tightened, but he suppressed his emotions and said calmly, "Second Master, I know you are anxious. But as a doctor..."

"Do as I say, otherwise, I will close the hospital immediately." Rong Zhi interrupted angrily.