Night, Shencheng, the luxurious mansion of the Su family, one of the ten great families.
In a villa bedroom, in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass, stood a sixty-year-old man wearing a black Zhongshan suit.
His temples were graying, his eyes piercing like a cat's eyes under the night sky, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses on his nose with a short grey beard under his chin.
His hands were clasped, holding a waist-high cane.
Entirely pitch-black, made from an unknown wood.
The old man's gaze was fixed on the outside courtyard.
A red BMW had just driven in and stopped in the courtyard.
Then, a woman in a red T-shirt and a white polka-dot skirt got out of the car.
Her features were picturesque, her skin delicate, and her figure graceful, a sight to behold.
