Rumble.
Above the commercial center of the city, dark clouds loomed, enveloping the sky, accompanied by rolling thunder. The world turned gloomy, and a storm was about to break.
At the plaza in front of the Golden Dragon Building, dozens of luxury cars arrived in quick succession. With abrupt stops, the tires screeched against the ground: screech, screech, screech—
From the cars emerged bodyguards in suits and sunglasses, tall and imposing. The presence of fifty or sixty bodyguards immediately overwhelmed the scene, startling the citizens shopping around the commercial center and keeping them at a distance.
From a Rolls-Royce stepped out Wen Yaoting, his face pale and brows furrowed.
Since receiving the shocking news that his son, Wen Xiaojun, had died in an underground fight club, he had quickly mobilized all the elite bodyguards the Wen family could muster and rushed to the Golden Dragon Building.
