Shocked, Rahim pointed his rifle at the girl's forehead, while his men aimed at Florence brothers and Elijah. So did the three men, as they covered their Alpha defensively.

"Xinghe, you want them dead, right? We'll do it.", David Florence looked at the girl, "Why dirty your hands? Just wait outside."

"I have other plans.", the girl smiled cunningly. Shawn and Elijah were standing right by her side when they noticed something. Something they'd noticed a few years back. Her eyes. They weren't their usual hazel brown. They'd turned black. Cold black. The veins on her neck bulging, her breath getting heavier. It was as if the temperature around them had suddenly dropped down to the negative.

Rong Xinghe wasn't an ordinary person. It was no secret. Everything about her was intense. Her love, anger, efforts, compassion, ambitions, but above all was one other emotion. Hatred. An emotion capable of blurring every line that differentiates right from wrong, creation from destruction.

But Rong Xinghe's hatred had levels. Two levels, to be exact. One, plain simple hatred- resulting in efficient and instant annihilation. Level one had never been a threat to her sanity. It was the second level that petrified the mere mortals and, worried the ten Hybrids. It was in this state that she really enjoyed the brutality, the barbarity and, the inhumanity. She enjoyed the struggle of the weak, the sight of blood flowing down their necks, and arms, and head and heart. It pleased her and satisfied her as if she were 'the' devil. In a way, she was. Level two was, after all, the Ripper level.

"Xinghe...", Shawn was the first one to speak, even though he knew it was too late for negotiations.

___________________

Xi Family Mansion, 9:00 p.m.;

"I did not do it. I would never kill my own father.", Xi Chonglin confessed, his hands clenched, his body hunched, as he looked down at the ground, "Believe me, son."

Xi Yuan was sitting opposite the man while Zhi Xi sat by his right side, going through his emails on his phone. He had no intention of talking. He was well aware of how emotionally strong his student was. He wasn't there to babysit, just to ensure that nothing would get too out of hands. Xi Chonglin was a mysterious, weird character. He had never trusted him before. And he wasn't planning on starting to trust him anytime soon. Not with his sister's fiance. Not with Xi Yuan.

"I am here for an explanation.", Xi Yuan inhaled sharply, as he placed his phone up on the coffee table in front of him and leaned back against the couch, sipping his cappuccino, "And I want the truth. Complete truth. No skeletons in the closet.

"And...", the man glanced at his Aunt, Luo Youyou, standing behind Xi Chonglin before he reverted his gaze back at the man, "You wouldn't want to face the consequences... if you dare lie. I am not the kind of person to show mercy so easily. Even if the other person is family."

"Are you threatening your own Uncle?!", Luo Youyou spoke up, as she squinted her eyes at the man, "Yuan, know your limits! You're not the almighty."

"I have limits?", the man raised his brows, his tone solemn, sending a chill down the couples' spine. They knew that look. A command, one could say, to not challenge his authority. A claim, that no one but him, was in the state of absolute power there, and that they were to answer only what was asked of them. Nothing more. Nothing less.

"Speak.", the man said once again, satisfied by the silence in the room.

Clearing his throat, Xi Chonglin started speaking, "Well, I did know the leader of the 'Werewolf Crew'. I won't deny it. But that's what we all do. Every huge businessman is acquainted with the dark side. Bro Chongkun had his ways. I had mine. You have yours. But the werewolf crew, your grandfather knew them."

Xi Yuan didn't say anything. But his facial expressions changed. A tad bit. He understood how these things worked. And that his grandfather was once a prominent businessman too. But by the time he grew up, the old man had already taken back seat in Xi Corporations. He wanted to test Xi Chongkun and Xi Chonglin's capabilities. Hence, he never dealt with such things actively in front of Xi Yuan, so he wasn't known to this truth at all.

"His name was Feng Ching.", Xi Chonglin continued, "The man who first established this gang. He was my age. Father found him on the streets. He was too deep into the ammunition smuggling business, it was impossible to rescue him from that. But he needed the money, to educate his son. In return for favors, he sold his loyalty to the Xis. He'd give the insiders information about the underworld.

"There was a lot of pressure on the empire back then. Father was trying to establish the telecommunications business through the states at the border back then. It required him to have a decent association with both the Military and the underworld. Feng Ching was his key to the underworld.

"But with so many years of loyalty, Ching started expecting more. He wanted a place. Inside the Xi family. He wanted to be treated the way brother Chongkun and I were treated. And when he didn't get what he wanted--"

"They killed grandfather and grandmother.", Xi Yuan whispered under his breath, all the dark memories of the incident rushing back to him.

"I was close to Feng Ching.", the man admitted with a faint nod, "After dad stepped away from the Xi Corps., I managed all the trading and negotiating stuff mostly, while my brother had a lead in management and leadership. My part of the work demanded interaction with Feng Ching. The photo you received at the International Business Summit, was from that time. I, um... I guess I never saw this coming. I never realized that something so horrific was brewing in his mind. Else, I would've never let him anywhere near your grandparents."

Xi Yuan didn't know how to react. He did not know whether to believe his Uncle, even. It could be a theory, for all he knew. And even if it was the truth, it was still a lot to take in.

Noticing the man's reaction, for the first time since he stepped into the house, Zhi Xi sat up straight and glanced at Xi Chonglin as he rubbed the man's back. "So now... who is ruling over the 'Werewolf Crew', may I dare ask."

"Feng Ching's son. I am not aware of his whereabouts anymore.", Xi Chonglin replied, "I simply know that Ching handed over the business to his heir and never appeared in the underworld again. It was as if he'd vanished in the thin air."

"By any chance, Mr. Xi, do you know the name of his son?", Zhi Xi asked again.

"Umm... not sure... but Yang Bolin, I think?", the man answered.

"You mean-, Diablos?"

"Yes! That's the pen name he uses."