C236 Assassination

It was a tranquil evening on the fourth. Luo Zhenxing sat at his desk, deeply engrossed in crafting defensive plans for the end times. But before he could put the final touches on his strategy, a persistent knocking interrupted his concentration.

"Who's there?" Luo Zhenxing asked, his patience wearing thin. He had made it clear that no one was to enter his office while he was at work.

A soft