At 8:15 p.m., the night began to blur into obscurity.
Despite the bright lights of the Cao Family Villa at Shallow Bay, there was an eerie atmosphere both inside and out.
Boom!
The roaring sounds of engines filled the air, and dozens of vans parked outside the villa.
Over two hundred people, armed with steel knives and iron rods, charged into the villa with great momentum.
Differing from Xu Fang's expectations, upon looking around, there were only two people in the entire outer courtyard.
One was Cao Yunkang, who was kneeling on the ground clutching his groin, barely clinging to life, and the other was Mo Han, who was sitting in a redwood chair.
Mo Han's right foot was planted on Cao Yunkang's back, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
It has to be said that even though Xu Fang was over forty, she was exceptionally well-maintained, looking only around thirty.
