The moon was visible from the floor-to-ceiling windows of Xander's home office. The warm, soft lights of the lamps hanging on the ceiling illuminated the interior.
The room was quiet, save for the ticking of the wall clock and Xander's faint breathing. Sitting on the couch, the man was dressed casually, a change from the usual tailored suits he wore during the day.
Xander opted for a sleeping robe in the color of black. The sash was loosely tied around his waist, the wide collar exposing his broad chest, narrowing down to his muscled abs.
Leaning sideways on the couch, Xander's darkened gaze lingered on the phone in his right hand. Calix's words from just now echoed again in his mind.
"Like how I handled the Li family before, I wanna do the same to him. A quick and clean strike. That's enough for me."
Even without a further explanation, Xander was aware of the meaning behind Calix's words.