Villa.
A team of maids, carrying tools and trash bags, chatted and laughed as they left through the front door.
Wayne peered out; the tools were ladders, scissors, and unused decorative items, while the trash bags were clean, free of blood-stained work clothes, gloves, and certainly no decapitated heads with eyes wide open.
"Good, I hope it stays that way later."
Wayne shook his head. The maids of the Randao Family were, to put it mildly, aesthetically challenging, perhaps because Old Login was aware of his poor reputation and extremely picky about the appearance of his maids.
Of course, it was more likely that the maids were personally selected by the mistress, Hefei.
Old Login's dominance in the family was evident from his balcony.
Wayne meandered toward the villa's entrance, taking five minutes to cover a few dozen meters, occasionally stopping to check the growth of the lawn.
Simulate, analyze, practice ad infinitum.
