The old building seemed to have already been put on Zhongjing City government's demolition list, and there were still some residents who refused to leave. However, a month ago, after this group of people in black arrived, everyone obediently left.
The old building was finally truly abandoned.
At that time, Donatello waved his hand magnanimously, and after sending an anonymous savings card to the district's managing officer, the old building had already completely become the private property of the Tang family. Especially in these last twenty days, no one had been able to appear near the building.
Those several layers of secret defenses were not merely for show.
But today, it seemed as if fate played a joke on them.
The four men in black stationed at the entrance simultaneously heard a set of footsteps, unhurried, coming from the far end of the alley, not stopping until the figure finally appeared in front of them.
"Who's there?"
