Chapter 512: The Three-Way Alliance, a Deadly Trap

The opulent villa of the Pan family felt less like a home and more like a tomb. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the suffocating stench of fear. Pan Gaoyi sat in his study, the shattered remains of a priceless porcelain vase at his feet. His hand trembled, not from the exertion of throwing the object, but from the chilling memory of Lin Han's gaze—a gaze that promised annihilation. The swift, brutal efficiency of the Martial Department had been a shocking blow, but Lin...