Unexpected Second Chance at Love

Chapter 994: No flicker of sympathy

Fate.

A word that could bring prosperity to one’s path—or instill fear in even the strongest men of the underworld. A name no one in the underworld ever wanted to encounter.

Hung Woo stood frozen in the foul-smelling room, his eyes widening like saucers. He stared at Yue Ling with his mouth hanging open, his mind struggling to process what stood before him.

It was only now that he remembered where he had seen those bluish-green eyes.

Eyes that seemed capable of seeing through a person and straight into their soul.

Hung Woo instinctively stumbled a step backward, as though his subconscious was desperately urging him to escape the room.

”Y-you... y-you’re... M-m-mami...”

But fate was not on his side.

His back slammed against the wall, and whatever color remained in his face drained away.

”But how...? This can’t be.”

Disbelief consumed him.

He had met the notorious Mami of Fate once before, when Fate had summoned the major powers of the underworld to announce their return.

At the time, he had only seen her briefly.

The leader of Fate had attended the meeting in person, but no one had seen her face because she had worn a mask throughout the entire gathering.

Yet now, standing face-to-face with Yue Ling, a crucial detail finally surfaced in his mind.

The woman everyone believed was a sheltered, docile retired model...

Was the very same woman who stood at the top of Underworld.

The longer Hung Woo stared into her bluish-green eyes, the more he felt himself being dragged into a deep abyss of darkness.

”T-t-this...”

He stuttered once more, but quickly remembered where he was. The fear inside him slowly began to dissipate. Straightening his spine, he forced out a laugh.

”So what if you are Mami of Fate? You’re in my turf, and there’s nothing you can do.”

He held himself together despite the doubt still lingering in his mind. His gaze shifted toward the two men who had dared to infiltrate his territory before returning to Yue Ling.

”It’s only you and them. You’re outnumbered.”

Remembering Liu Peng’s escape to warn the others, Hung Woo knew it was only a matter of time before his men returned to aid him. The thought sent a thrill through him.

Not only would he have Han Yue Ling in his hands, but he would also have the fearsome leader of Fate.

Before his thoughts could deepen, a sound caught his attention.

Footsteps.

A knowing smirk spread across his face, but it quickly disappeared.

He had expected to hear the hurried footsteps of his men rushing to his aid.

Instead, the air shifted quietly.

Then came a single set of footsteps.

Each step was unhurried.

Steady.

The rhythmic sound of boots striking against the floor echoed through the room.

The world outside seemed to fold in on itself, the distant noises beyond the room fading until they neared a deafening silence.

Hung Woo stared at the door, unaware that he had been holding his breath.

Whoever those footsteps belonged to walked without hurry or disruption.

Each step was quiet and measured as the figure entered the room.

Hung Woo could only pray that it was one of his men.

But the moment the person appeared, whatever hope remained inside him vanished.

There was no rush. No hesitation.

Every movement was deliberate and controlled, carried out at a pace that belonged only to him. His presence seemed to command the room without effort, barely disturbing the air around him as the draft trailing in behind him brushed past his clothes.

The cold came with him.

His eyes moved once across the room, and that was all it took.

No raised voice, no overt threat. Just a glance, steady and unblinking, as though he had already measured everything here.

He said nothing.

He didn’t need to.

The message had already arrived with him.

Hung Woo watched in shock. With each step the man took, his heart sank further. His legs shook, surprised he was able to keep himself up.

”L-L-Lu T-Tian...”

Lu Tian’s footsteps echoed inside the room, not loudly, but with a weight that seemed to land heavier than it should. Each step felt final, like a decision already made. He didn’t look at anyone directly. The awareness of him lingered, pressing against every edge of the room.

That is, until his eyes landed on his wife.

The sharp air that he brought with him seemed to lift, but only by a small fraction.

He walked up to her, and his hand covered the hand that aimed the gun at Hung Woo.

His expression softened, and he took the gun from her.

”You shouldn’t dirty your hands.”