Like dragging a dead dog, Lu Yu hauled Song Qiguang onto the scenic terrace. As he lifted his gaze, he looked out over the boundless sea, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
Being deep in the night, the formerly blue seawater had turned jet black, resembling ink and exuding a sense of profound oppression.
Typically known for its landscape, Central Sea View inexplicably carried an aura of solemn murder at this moment.
Staring at the pitch-black water before him, Lu Yu slowly exhaled. At this moment, he grabbed Song Qiguang by the neck, lifting him like a chick.
At the same time, Lu Yu extended his arm, hanging Song Qiguang's body beyond the terrace railing.
In an instant, Song Qiguang's body dangled mid-air, with the dark, frigid seawater below him, and the only thing keeping him from falling was Lu Yu's arm gripping his neck.
"What are you trying to do?"
