Wang Jian and his girlfriends arrived at the abandoned safehouse, nestled deep within the outskirts of a small town, far from the prying eyes of Leon's influence. The building was an old, run-down place, but it still had the strong bones of a once-robust hideout used by the Blood Hunters Spanish Gang, a group Wang Jian had been involved with many years ago. The gang had long since abandoned this place, and now it was the perfect refuge for Wang Jian and his allies.
The safehouse had a rough, unpolished look. There were still traces of the gang's presence here—graffiti on the walls, empty bottles in the corners, and even an old pool table in the main room. But for Wang Jian, this place was more than enough. It was quiet, secluded, and—most importantly—off the grid.
