Lu Hualiang's car drove into another villa under his name.
From the moment the car entered the visual zone, various infrared scans began.
After confirming identity, they entered without any obstruction.
From the villa's entrance to the interior, fully armed soldiers guarded vigilantly, extremely strict security.
In the information room, dozens of computers operated simultaneously, with blue lights flashing continuously, and complex codes jumping rapidly on the screens.
Everyone's faces were more serious than ever, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Urgent but orderly footsteps came from the end of the corridor, followed by a pair of long legs wrapped in black trousers stepping forward.
Lu Hualiang dressed in a pure black suit, his face cold as frost, with eyes that had already turned into a frozen blade of ice, gleaming with a chilling aura.
His eyebrows sharp, his contours chiseled, an imposing air mixed with a fierce aura of aggression, like a sword unsheathed, unstoppable!
