Meanwhile, in Russia, a bald old man was sitting on his wheelchair, looking at the big mansion up ahead. He wore warm clothes and seemed to not bother with anything else.
A middle-aged man in a black suit was accompanying him and said, "Sir, we have arrived."
"Okay. Let's go." The old man nodded tiredly before sighing. "Can't I just have a peaceful retirement life?"
The middle-aged man couldn't answer him. He could only push the wheelchair gently, making their way to the mansion.
The building itself was a two-story mansion. Its size was close to 70x70 feet. The old man squinted his eyes when he saw the building and said, "Our family is a ruler, but it doesn't change the fact that we're not the only ruler in this world. Back in my days, not a single younger generation dared to flaunt their pride to other kings, but the rule seems to have become loose after my retirement."
"Sir…" The middle-aged man gulped down as he took a step back.
