As soon as he stepped out of his house, Han Jingnian's face instantly turned cold. He pressed the elevator button, went straight to the underground parking lot, bent down to get into his car, and fiercely stepped on the gas pedal, accelerating away.
On the Beijing streets, which were still free from the morning rush hour, everything moved smoothly. In just ten short minutes, Han Jingnian's car had turned into a residential complex and parked under a building.
The instant he disembarked from his car, two large men in black overalls came over. Respectfully bowing, they greeted him, "Mr. Han."
Han Jingnian didn't respond, merely acknowledging them with a nod before leading them into the elevator.
Upon reaching the 31st floor, Han Jingnian stepped out of the elevator and rang the doorbell. Approximately five minutes later, a voice finally came from behind the door: "Who is it?"
Han Jingnian didn't answer, instead ringing the doorbell once more.
