Red

Zhao Lifei didn't hear the shuffling outside of the room. She was deeply engrossed in setting up the technical devices for the powerpoint and ensuring everything would run smoothly for the next meeting. Surprisingly, it was with Ling Conglomerate.

She only noticed the changes when the door to the meeting room opened. Multiple pairs of shoes thumped on the ground. Turning around, her eyebrows quirked up. Who were these people? Dressed in homogenous black suits with wires curling up to their ears, she understood they were bodyguards. What were they doing in here? She didn't give them an order.

"What's going on?" Zhao Lifei edged closer and closer to the coathanger. None of these men looked familiar.

Then the door slammed shut. Her eyes widened when they simultaneously placed on gas masks. She had to get out of here as soon as possible. These were not Yang Feng's nor her grandfather's men. 

PSH!