Zhu Island City in July, the sweltering weather made the sky bleak and unsettled.
This was a dense bamboo forest, where insects could occasionally be seen flying about.
Above the bamboo forest, there was a mountain-adjacent cabin with simple decorations, obviously the dwelling of a reclusive master. To get there, one had to walk a path paved with stones.
Looking down from here, one could see that it was far from high-rise buildings, a part of the deep, primeval forests.
A black Rolls-Royce slowly approached and stopped on the stone road.
The car door opened, and a driver dressed in a suit immediately got out, walking to the back to open the rear door.
"Mr. Mo... we've arrived!"
An elderly man dressed in a black coat slowly exited the car, wearing a black bowler hat and leaning on a dragon-headed cane.
If someone were to see him, they would recognize this elder as the true helmsman of the Mo Family conglomerate, Mo Wentian!
