San Francisco.
Inside a private mansion, lights blazed as bright as day.
This was a super mansion valued at one billion dollars, not only equipped with a swimming pool, gym, and cinema, but also with a bullet-resistant basement. The spaciousness of the entire basement was by no means inferior to that of the space above ground.
In the blue swimming pool, a figure swam with a speed akin to that of a swordfish. When he emerged from the pool, his well-built body was revealed, with perfect proportions, and every muscle almost identical in size—clearly the result of meticulous training that had forged such musculature.
The man casually grabbed a towel and draped it over himself, then walked over to the lounge chair nearby and lay down.
"Duke," a senior man quietly appeared at that moment.
Without lifting his head, the man slowly said, "How's the investigation going?"
