Beijing, a high-end villa district.
The lights were ablaze in a large manor villa shrouded by a small garden encircled by high walls. Guards walked their hunting dogs on patrol. Each guard was extremely fit, their stern eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings. They exuded a fierce aura, like fierce beasts poised to pounce. The large hunting dogs, similar to young bulls, panted as they sniffed around continuously, well-trained and not barking indiscriminately.
The grand gates of the villa were tightly shut, with two people standing at the entrance. Their hands were crossed over their lower abdomens, each clutching a short gun that was cocked and ready. They watched their surroundings alertly, not even sparing the passing patrol teams a glance.
