By the time Xue Yang returned to the room, it was dark outside. He was still dressed in sweatpants and the same sleeveless shirt from before, looking casual and not like someone who'd have a murder room in his apartment. But then, how would someone signal that just from a look?

He flipped the light switch on and stepped inside, hands in his pockets as he considered Meng Yao. What do do? "Guess it's time to kill you."

Seemed like the obvious one. He wasn't terribly excited over it but maybe he'd get into it.