Since the death of Xiao Mingyuan, the Xiao household had been filled with a somber air. Everyone was drowned in their own thoughts, hardly speaking during family dinners. As the family gathered at the dining table, Xiao Mingliang, the youngest of the Xiao brothers who had now found himself in the position of the patriarch, broke the tense silence. "We have to find the killer, but make sure we don't cross the rules set by the Masked One."
Luo Ting, Xiao Mingzhe's widow, slammed her fist on the table, her eyes blazing with defiance. "The Masked One, the Masked One... How long do we have to live in fear of this Masked One?"
Xiao Mingliang fixed her with a stern gaze. "That way of thinking is what got Mingyuan killed."
Li Mei, Xiao Mingyuan's widow, placed a placating hand on Luo Ting's arm. "We should always respect the rules given by the Masked One, unless we want another dead body in the living room."