A few hours before the incident.
Inside the luxurious residence, Qin Yulin was fancy sitting on his soft couch sipping a 100-year-old red wine from the hundreds of collection at his alcove. His gaze was fixated on the far end of his mansion while a man stood straight in front of him. His expression was desperate and grim. His face was lithe with an indescribable animosity. He was desperately begging the person in front of him. But the latter didn't seem to feel obligated and taken his bidding seriously.
