Night fell, city lights twinkled on, and a Rolls-Royce Phantom, flanked by two Audi Q7s, drove slowly into the Purple Garden Noble Area, heading for Villa No. 18 along the wealthy neighborhood's roads.
A middle-aged man sat in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, holding a pipe in his hand and gently puffing on it.
With the neon lights streaming into the car, it was evident that the man was wearing a Tang suit, had broad shoulders, and appeared very sturdy. His square face was as if chiseled, with sharp and distinct features, and dark, thick eyebrows, resembling Guan Yu from the Three Kingdoms.
Due to years of practicing boxing, his knuckles were mostly worn smooth. However... his hands were not as smooth as Ye Fan's; instead, they were covered in dead skin and calluses.
These were the marks of hitting wooden stakes.
In the quiet car, the man seemed troubled by something on his mind, furrowing his brows slightly with a flickering gaze.
