The scattered light gradually extinguished, and as the entire town fell into sleep, suddenly a pair of eyes lit up in the deep woods, emitting a luminous green glow, like a ravenous wolf in the wilderness.
He walked slowly towards the villa halfway up the mountain, his pace slow but each step firm and steady.
There were people on guard outside the villa, patrolling back and forth with weapons, ready to shoot anyone who approached. This was probably what it looked like to be above the law; the lives of others seemed inconsequential before the owner of this house.
"Halt, the person ahead!"
As Yang Jiawei neared the villa, at least ten guns were pointed at his head. The guards warned him in English, but he didn't stop, continuing to move forward.
