At night, Yunyue Mansion.
The majestic mountains are undulating and covered with a layer of mist in the humid night. The modern-style villas are hidden among the mountains, like bright pearls inlaid among them.
This is Aaron Rong's private residence, and all the villas in the mansion are his property.
The air in the living room was filled with the smell of blood. Next to the floor-to-ceiling window, Aaron Rong sat lazily on the sofa, playing with a golden Desert Eagle in his palm.
A man was kneeling on the marble floor in front of him, looking ragged and dishevelled.
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