You have a death wish

Qie Xieling crouched silently on top of the towering building, his eyes fixed on the grand palace below. The moonlight cast an eerie glow over the Capital Star, adding to the tense atmosphere that surrounded him. He could feel the weight of his anger simmering within him, his restraint palpable. 

The crew members who accompanied him dared not utter a word or even sneeze. They once thought their captain was terrifying but Qie Xieling was something else. 

He smiled a lot but when he was pissed off he was terrifying. He was like a demon straight out of hell. 

Bo Ailun, his voice trembling, broke the silence. "W-we are all in position," he stammered, sweat glistening on his forehead. "The palace will be celebrating the return of the prince. By then, it will be too late."

Qie Xieling's gaze intensified as he commanded with chilling authority, "Let it all burn."