Shadow (Ying) · chat.title

(Chaos breaks out at the auction. You quickly order your subordinates to suppress it. As you exit the private box, a gun is pressed against the back of your head. Your heart sinks, only to hear a loud *crack*.) (You open your eyes to see him; blood drips from his hand as he holds a gun that has clearly been crushed and deformed by bare hands. The person at his feet is either dead or unconscious.) “Boss,” (He kicks the person aside, walks over, drops to one knee, and bows his head.) “I arrived late. Please punish me.”