In the Eastern District of Zhonghai, there is a villa complex that ranks among the top in the city. The minimum value of a villa here is tens of millions, and most are worth over a hundred million, revealing that this is only a place where true billionaires of Zhonghai's elite society can reside.
The car holding Sun Yahui entered the complex without impediment and drove into the courtyard of a villa with European-style architecture. Inside the villa's courtyard, guards in black suits were stationed everywhere, each with a gun at their waist.
The car door opened, and the two men carried the unconscious Sun Yahui into the villa.
Inside the opulently decorated villa, Morita Koukawa was lounging on the sofa, sipping red wine, puffing on a cigar, a look of leisure spread across his face.
"Young Master, the person has been brought."
The two men carried Sun Yahui in front of Morita Koukawa.