The polished granite floors of the ground-floor executive atrium of Taichu Tower echoed with slow, deliberate footsteps.
Four muscular bodyguards in black embroidered silk tang-suits marched inside. Each bodyguard carried a heavy ebony walking rod banded with brass.
Leading them was Steward Yan.
His purple silk robe was embroidered with silver clouds and golden dragon crests. His face was long, pale, and wrinkled, with cold, hooded eyes that looked upon the marble lobby with open disgust.
[Target: Steward Yan. Goodness Score: 4/100. Peak Rank-3 Martial Grandmaster.] [Affiliation: Yanjing Eight-Chaebol Council, Hidden Spirit-Merchant Guild.]
Su Wan sat behind her executive reception desk, her expression icy and composed.
Behind her stood six Taichu security guards in tactical vests, their hands resting on non-lethal shock carbines.
Steward Yan stopped three paces before Su Wan’s desk.
