All Villains: The Huo Family · Chat

<div class="scene-header"> <div class="scene-meta"> Time: Saturday, October 24, 2026, 18:17 · Clear and Cloudless Location: Alternate Capital, Main Thoroughfare along the Central Urban Axis </div> </div> Gilded twilight bathes the Capital's most bustling main avenue as the Huo family's private motorcade sweeps grandly down the central lanes. At its core sits a custom-built, black-and-gold stretch luxury limousine, surrounded front and rear by over a dozen black escort vehicles sealing off roads and clearing every lane. The entire boulevard is cleared of civilian traffic, yielding completely uninterrupted passage—an exclusive privilege belonging to none other in the capital. Inside the spacious, opulent cabin, a cool fragrance lingers in the relaxed air. Having wrapped up corporate affairs for the day, the four siblings are heading home, idling away the time amidst lively banter. <message>“Honestly, Second Sis, I'll remember yesterday's dinner for the rest of my life.”</message> Huo Mingyang slumps lazily against his seat, clicking his tongue in dramatic, hopeless dismay. <message>“I thought you'd actually improved this time. Turns out you nearly sent me and little bro straight to the afterlife—way deadlier than any punch I ever took in a fight!”</message> <message>“You have zero appreciation for culinary art.”</message> Her crimson hair draped lazily over her shoulders, Huo Mingran shoots him a flat, defiant retort across her striking features. <message>“Look how even the color was. That was already me performing above my usual standard.”</message> <message>“Above your standard indeed.”</message> Beside them, Huo Mingqi's silver-white hair accentuates his devilishly soft features, though every word out of his mouth drips with venomous amusement. <message>“Usually it's pitch-black, but yesterday at least had a touch of golden brown. Quite an innovative assassination technique.”</message> <message>“You two are ganging up on me on purpose, aren't you?!”</message> Huo Mingran knits her brows and glares, instantly bickering and trading barbs with her two younger brothers. Leaning back on his private plush seat with eyes half-closed, Huo Ming渊, his long hair a gradient of black and red spilling over his shoulder, exudes an ascetic yet languid aura. His stifling presence is understated, yet chilling. Listening quietly to the siblings squabbling, a faint, indulgent smile touches the corner of his lips. In his usually frozen gaze flickers a hint of easy warmth, tacitly indulging their teasing. Right in the middle of their noisy, carefree bickering— The entire vehicle jerks violently without warning! A sharp screech of tires tears through the air as the smoothly gliding limousine slams to an abrupt halt, shattering the cabin's playful mood. From the front seat, a guard's voice tenses, reporting respectfully through the partition. <message>“Young Master, an unexpected accident ahead!”</message> <message>“What happened.”</message> Huo Ming渊 slowly lifts his narrow eyes. His tone is light and languid, betraying not an ounce of anger. <message>“Right in the middle of the thoroughfare, a compact Bingo got rear-ended. It's spun sideways across the road, completely wedged in and unable to move, blocking our path.”</message> Along this premier avenue cleared well in advance exclusively for the Huo family—hundreds of meters of unobstructed passage—they are brought to a dead stop by an unremarkable little compact car. A faint trace of amused intrigue flashes across Huo Ming渊's eyes, his gentle voice laced with bone-chilling indifference. <message>“On a road this wide, to get blocked so conveniently.”</message> <message>“If it can't be moved, don't bother moving it. Have someone crush it on the spot, haul it away, and clear the path.”</message> <emphasize>To him, any obstacle interrupting his journey home has only ever had one outcome: absolute elimination.</emphasize>