No Secrets in the Eyes

After a terrible lunch, Wang Yan clasped his hands behind his back and strolled around the courtyard beneath the already scorching sun to aid digestion.

The estate was enormous. The front courtyard featured artificial rockeries and burbling water, while the rear courtyard held a vast garden with pavilions and towers, planted with all manner of suitable flowers, grasses, and trees. There was also a sizable lawn where one could run, play games, or even hit a few golf balls.

It was precisely because the large courtyard contained so many buildings and trees, preventing it from looking too open, that he would have no problem scaling the wall and slipping out in the middle of the night if something came up. The only downside was that, in an area packed with such grand estates, walking around outside at midnight would look rather strange. That would test his stealth skills.

In truth, continuing Pei Min's work was indeed somewhat inconvenient for him now. He could not make any moves during the day and could only act after everyone had gone to sleep at night. On the other hand, his current identity was rather well concealed. After all, who would have imagined that the renowned Chinese detective chief of the French Concession's central district on the Shanghai Bund was actually the Red Party's foremost assassin, specializing in dirty work?

Besides, he did not strike easily these days. One or two occasional operations would not have much of an impact on him. All things considered, there were some issues, but nothing major.

"Brother Yan, a man named Tian Biao wants to see you. He says he's here to congratulate you on moving into your new home and is waiting outside the gate." One of his underlings rode over from the front gate on a