Yanqing Street, number eighteen.
Finance Minister Mansion.
Grrr!
The black convoy composed of seven Phoenix bulletproof cars stopped at the entrance of the courtyard, numerous Security Bureau SWAT officers swung open the car doors with a clatter, taking positions for alert, forming a tightly guarded safety perimeter.
Bam!
The door of the black car in the middle was pulled open by a personal guard, only then did Shen Wuxiang step out of the car.
Military strategist Sun Shehu along with numerous secretaries and aides followed behind Shen Wuxiang, surrounded him with an impressive and mighty presence.
Anyone standing in that position could experience the beauty of power.
At that moment, you would feel like the center of the universe, the only one in this world.
This dreamlike feeling easily makes one lost within it.
From ancient times to the present, countless heroes have become captives of power.
