Yusuf Zuck held a glass of red wine, standing alone at the entrance of the villa's hall, gazing out the window. The entire villa was deadly quiet, all the Filipino maids had been sent away by Maurice Singleton, who had also gone to the pier earlier.
Honestly, Yusuf was somewhat reluctant to part with this mansion, a residence worth nearly ten million US dollars. He wouldn't be able to live here anymore, and it would probably be confiscated by the United States government later on.
Tonight's moon was full and warm. The clock inside the villa also chimed nine times.
Nine o'clock, it was time for them to arrive.
Indeed, a van drove within a one-kilometer radius. This area was suburban, and there was only one road leading to the mansion, making any incoming vehicle quite noticeable.