Post-assassination proclivity

Rong Family Mansion, 09:30;

The next morning, Rong Yufan woke up, exhausted. Pinching the space between his brows, the man groaned as a sharp sensation shot through his head. Urgh! Hangover. He couldn't deny he'd enjoyed last night, still. The sight of Rong Xinghe protecting her Bro Bo. He was there, standing next to the archer, holding onto the binoculars. It was thrilling. Everything that concerned the Superfamily was rip-roaring for him, to be precise. 

It was a shame he had to get rid of the bowman, though. But he couldn't just hypnotize a person into committing a crime and let them live, could he? As much as he relished playing the game of cat and mouse with Rong Xinghe, he was not going to step out from the dark. It was riveting, the feeling of acting almighty, looking at everyone around him as if they were his puppets.