M Country.
Outside Yanwu Square.
Huangfu Huazhang sat in the black sedan, squinting at the last ray of sunlight remaining on the building's spire. That patch of sunset was as red as blood, but in the end, it was gradually swallowed by the night.
The entire world was engulfed in darkness.
Yanwu Square is the name of this building now. But in the past, it was the love nest of his father and mother. Yet it was also the crime scene where his mother was accused of killing his father.
So, as soon as his mother's funeral was over that year, he sold the house immediately.
He hated this place, never wanting to return here again.
After that, the house changed hands several times. He had no interest in knowing whose hands it ended up in.
But his subordinates repeatedly reminded him that recently the house changed hands again and became a club, quite unusually so.
