Forty minutes later, Xiao Yebai arrived at the Mo Family mansion.
Like many large families in Nancheng, the Mo Family old house was nested within a vast property near the city's fifth ring. The self-built courtyards, closely integrated with the mountains and water, housed a Western-style villa and a Chinese garden, distributed in distinct layers. It was majestic yet mysterious, showcasing the power and influence of the family.
It was dim now, near evening. The sky was dark, the black clouds imposing. The stone lion that guarded the manor gate, surrounded by lush tree-shaded roads, emanated a ferocious aura. The darkness was so severe that it was suffocating.
The black Bentley finally stopped in front of Chinese-style house.
This was where the old master of the Mo family resided.
