Fan Zhongliang's death stirred a thousand waves. The news was hard to conceal, and Ning Fan didn't try to, though whether he intended to shock and warn others is unknown.
The time was late at night. Xu Ruolan was alone in her apartment, planning to shower and rest after finishing work on company documents.
The pitch-black night was so dark one couldn't see their own hand before their face. Shadows flitted through the darkness, their footsteps so light that, in the still of the night, they attracted little attention.
A group of people in black, wrapped up tightly, approached Xu Ruolan's villa under the leadership of a middle-aged man.
The men in black were tall and muscular, not of typical Asian build, and each exuded a chilling aura.
The many figures in black reached the villa's perimeter and then blended into the darkness, their breathing barely audible.
The man at the front raised his head, his gaze dark and sinister as it fixed upon the villa.
