The car arrived at the Bei mansion. A long line of cars and people crowded the entrance—media, her subordinates, and even her enemies, all eager to confirm with their own eyes whether she was truly dead or alive.
Fei Chuan's arrival caught everyone's attention. They made way for his car, allowing him to reach the mansion gate without difficulty.
The security guards were blocking people from entering, but Fei Chuan couldn't be stopped.
He had brought his own people, and he forcefully pushed his way into the villa, leaving the crowd fighting behind him.
Several servants tried to block him, but he was more forceful. Healthy and robust, and driven by desperation, he was like a tank—unstoppable.
He made it to the second floor. There was a large door guarded by a man and a woman. Fei Chuan recognized them; they seemed to have aged since he last saw them.
