Cuiwei Residence, garage.
Lin Mo walked up to the Qu Duoduo Phantom, opened the driver's door, and got in.
He had never driven this car before.
The seats were soft, the steering wheel felt warm and smooth in his hands, and the center console was inlaid with a carved sandalwood panel—understated yet luxurious.
He started the engine, and a deep, powerful rumble sounded.
The car slowly drove out of the garage and headed down Emerald Mountain's main road.
At the foot of the mountain, at the entrance to Emerald Mountain.
Even from a distance, the intersection looked busy.
Four Armored Vehicles blocked the middle of the road, their roof-mounted heavy machine guns gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
More than a dozen fully armed guard soldiers stood in two rows beside the Armored Vehicles, weapons at the ready as they watched the passing traffic vigilantly.
In front of the Armored Vehicles, near the roadside, a long cordon had also been set up.
Behind it stood more than a dozen uniformed police officers, persuading citizens who wanted to enter the mountain to leave.
An elderly man out for his morning exercise was arguing with a police officer. "I've been running on this mountain for twenty years. Why can't I go in now?"
The officer replied politely:
"Sir, this mountain has now been designated as the Earl's private property. You can't enter.
You should go running on Phoenix Mountain next door from now on. The scenery there is nice too, and the government specially built walking trails there."
The old man wanted to say more, but someone beside him pulled him back. "Forget it, forget it. He's an Earl—we can't afford to offend him. Let's go."
The old man sighed and left carrying his radio.
Lin Mo's Phantom pulled up to the checkpoint.