About five minutes had passed when the elevator finally came to a halt, the doors opened, revealing the scenery of the underground base.
In front of them was an enormous, luxurious palace, resplendent in gold, radiating nobility at every corner.
At a glance, it was at least the size of a dozen basketball courts, if not larger.
Zhou Pengfei walked with an expressionless face, coldly selecting a passage to follow.
The middle-aged housekeeper kept close behind him.
The black-clad guards lining the corridor stood even straighter as Zhou Pengfei passed, as though a "big shot" had graced them with his presence.
After meandering through corridors for about a quarter of an hour,
Zhou Pengfei entered a room extravagant and noble, sitting on a tiger skin sofa, savoring a '69 vintage of premium Lafite in his hand. This kind of wine wasn't something you could buy simply with money; one had to have a certain status to enjoy it.
