章節 709: 364 The Old Man (Midnight)

The scene in front of her was more like a palace than a villa. Ran Bowen, with his vast wealth and arrogance, believed himself to be the king of Jiangzhou and spared no expense in building this enormous palace for himself.

The building was designed in a European style, with towers at every corner, the porch and the hall rising high into the sky, forming a tiered skyline. The Baroque-style towers loomed majestically in the night.

The staircase leading to the living room was long, the ground beneath it covered in a soft red carpet. The hem of her skirt swayed gracefully over the stairs, the classical Corinthian colonnade seemed like solemn soldiers guarding this palace.

The reliefs on the porch complemented the golden dragons on the columns, creating a classical and mysterious ambiance.

After thirteen years, Ming Jing once again set foot on this familiar path.

Five feet from the left column was a dent where a bullet had been hidden.