Zhao Yuanwai's residence was extremely spacious, occupying half of the street with its five-section grand mansion.
Lin Rui and Wang Sen arrived there to find a large crowd gathered at the entrance of the Zhao family home.
They formed small groups, whispering among themselves while occasionally standing on tiptoes to peek inside the courtyard.
When Lin Rui and the other approached, the crowd parted to either side, as if fearful to obstruct their path.
"The constables are here, make way!"
"How strange, this is an arrest officer? Why haven't we seen him before?"
"So young, barely grown into his features, can he handle this?"
Lin Rui's gaze had already pierced through the crowd and landed on Zhao Yuanwai.
This was a man in his forties, plump and wealthy-looking, dressed in a celestial variant of the Yuanwai attire, standing conspicuously at the gate.
