Wang Bushen stood frozen, the edge of the alien blade biting cold against his throat. His eyes flickered down, meeting the steel, then back up at Bian's face. He didn't move, didn't breathe too loud.
"I don't know where he is," he said quietly.
Bian's brow twitched. He gave a sharp laugh, though there was no humor in it.
"Really?" he repeated slowly, voice rising. "I don't think I believe you."
He took a threatening step forward, forcing Dican's hand closer. The sword's edge dug gently into skin — not enough to cut, but enough to warn.
"He must've run back here," Bian spat, rage creeping into his voice. "Hid his damn ass somewhere in this place like the coward he is. You think you can protect him from me? Think you can hide him here?!" His voice cracked, high and furious.
"I swear I'll tear this whole damn building apart until I find him!"
