Jade Bay Villa District, Building Three.
The convoy came to a stop in front of the villa.
Five jet-black, gleaming SUVs shone coldly beneath the streetlights, their engines rumbling low like a pack of dormant beasts.
Zhang Ziqiang pushed open the door and stepped out, standing on the bluestone-paved driveway as he looked up at the familiar building.
Its walls were creamy white, its roof covered in red tiles, with two Roman columns standing beneath the porch.
The silver Baron crest on the house number stood out sharply in the night.
Mo Wu leaned out from the driver's seat with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, giving the villa an appraising look. "Ziqiang, your place is pretty impressive."
He pushed open the door and hopped out. The doors behind him opened at the same time, and more than a dozen Clones filed out in single file, standing neatly beside the vehicles as they craned their necks to look around.
"This is a Baron's residence? It's way worse than I expected," Mo Thirty-One said with two clicks of his tongue.
Mo Xi Eleven rolled his eyes at him. "Way worse? Where do you get the confidence? Do you even own a place outside?"
Mo Thirty-One thought about it, then replied righteously, "No. But my Boss does. What belongs to Boss belongs to me, doesn't it?"
Mo Xi Eleven was left speechless. He opened his mouth, yet could not think of a single retort.
Mo Shi Qi squatted beside the flowerbed and reached out to touch the lawn, his voice carrying a touch of sentiment. "It's real grass. I thought it was plastic."
The villa's front doors suddenly opened.
A young man in a black uniform strode out quickly, his back straight and his steps forceful. He was Sun Tieman, captain