The carriage stopped. Zhao Hai took a deep breath and got out of the carriage. He didn't like to run away. He would find a way to face everything, and it was the same this time.
Zhao Hai took a look. They were now outside the three-entry yard, which was a place only the closest people or the most trusted people could enter. Anyone here would get off the car and walk in, even Randolf, the patriarch of the kalchi family.
Zhao Hai followed gan and walked into the three-door yard. There was nothing special about this yard. There was a statue in the middle of the yard. The statue was a black magician with the name of the statue engraved on the surface. The statue was the one of the first generation of the kalchi family. It was the one who took over the huge family business of the kalchi family.
