The next day, in the morning, the sunlight in Europe was especially bright. The azure sky was impeccably pure, unstained by a speck of dust, giving one a sense of relaxation and joy.
In a large estate, Sebastian was lying quietly on a rocking chair. His eyes were slightly closed, and his fingers were rhythmically tapping the armrest of the rocking chair, giving off a rather leisurely vibe.
Beside him stood a man with a well-proportioned body, his face full of respect, as if he were an attendant by Sebastian's side, looking quite fawning, clearly one of Sebastian's henchmen.
A moment later, Sebastian's left eye slightly opened. He glanced at the watch on his wrist; a hint of coldness flickered in his eyes. It had been two days since he had sent his men to LA City. By now, his henchmen should have completed the mission!
