["Oh no, Lord Regrator, there's no change to the contracts that the Fatui have so diligently explored and highlighted. Those are of no consequence to the Adepti's major operations, after all." Yanfei's smile is polite but carries a hint of steel. "We do want to thank you for your diligence. It's certainly inspiring enough for us to bring our A-game to the table—"
—and then, something shatters.
Porcelain, but also the air in the room.
Zhongli suddenly hears a loud clatter from behind the lattice panel. The sound startles him, and he senses the already tense atmosphere in the room snap into a wildfire. In an instant, the room erupts into chaos as both Fatui agents and Millelith enforcers jump into action. Some rush to get in front of the Adepti, others move to protect the Harbingers, and still others start to throw punches.
The air is filled with the sounds of scuffling, grunts, and shouts as the situation spirals out of control. Zhongli remains calm, but he knows he needs to make a hasty retreat. The delicate balance of the meeting has been shattered, and staying any longer would be unwise.
Zhongli slips quietly through the corridors, using his intimate knowledge of the venue's layout to avoid the escalating conflict. He moves swiftly and silently, ensuring he remains unseen as he navigates his way out—
—"There he is! Get him!"
Ah. Well.
The agents charge at him with swift, precise movements, their intent clear. Body moving instinctively into a defensive stance, he knows that engaging in a prolonged fight would draw unwanted attention, so he needs to end this quickly.
The first agent lunges with a dagger, aiming for Zhongli's chest. He sidesteps effortlessly, grabs the agent's wrist, twisting it sharply, and disarms him with a flick of his wrist. The dagger clatters to the ground, and Zhongli delivers a swift, disabling blow to the agent's midsection, causing him to crumple to the floor.
The second agent, seeing his comrade fall, hesitates for a split second before drawing brass knuckles into his fist. So they had somehow slipped past the search at the entrance. Perhaps he'll save a note to the owners of the establishment later about how disappointing that is. He swipes at Zhongli with a fierce determination, but Zhongli's reflexes are honed by years of experience. With a swift, calculated motion, he sweeps the agent's legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground.]
Vexing. [He mutters as he moves past the agents into the next corridor. He doesn't enjoy this kind of thing at all; not anymore, anyway.]
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—and then, something shatters.
Porcelain, but also the air in the room.
Zhongli suddenly hears a loud clatter from behind the lattice panel. The sound startles him, and he senses the already tense atmosphere in the room snap into a wildfire. In an instant, the room erupts into chaos as both Fatui agents and Millelith enforcers jump into action. Some rush to get in front of the Adepti, others move to protect the Harbingers, and still others start to throw punches.
The air is filled with the sounds of scuffling, grunts, and shouts as the situation spirals out of control. Zhongli remains calm, but he knows he needs to make a hasty retreat. The delicate balance of the meeting has been shattered, and staying any longer would be unwise.
Zhongli slips quietly through the corridors, using his intimate knowledge of the venue's layout to avoid the escalating conflict. He moves swiftly and silently, ensuring he remains unseen as he navigates his way out—
—"There he is! Get him!"
Ah. Well.
The agents charge at him with swift, precise movements, their intent clear. Body moving instinctively into a defensive stance, he knows that engaging in a prolonged fight would draw unwanted attention, so he needs to end this quickly.
The first agent lunges with a dagger, aiming for Zhongli's chest. He sidesteps effortlessly, grabs the agent's wrist, twisting it sharply, and disarms him with a flick of his wrist. The dagger clatters to the ground, and Zhongli delivers a swift, disabling blow to the agent's midsection, causing him to crumple to the floor.
The second agent, seeing his comrade fall, hesitates for a split second before drawing brass knuckles into his fist. So they had somehow slipped past the search at the entrance. Perhaps he'll save a note to the owners of the establishment later about how disappointing that is. He swipes at Zhongli with a fierce determination, but Zhongli's reflexes are honed by years of experience. With a swift, calculated motion, he sweeps the agent's legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground.]
Vexing. [He mutters as he moves past the agents into the next corridor. He doesn't enjoy this kind of thing at all; not anymore, anyway.]