Feng Jun had to admit that when he heard those conversations, he was completely dumbfounded—Zhuang Haoyun had forced his way through the mountain gate? Why?
And why was Good Scenery there again?
Fortunately, he was less than a kilometer from the mountain gate, and there was a motorcycle right beside him.
He had no idea what had happened at the scene, but Good Scenery had seen everything clearly.
There had been something at work that afternoon, so she had left at just the right time. As her car drove out through the mountain gate, she happened to see a middle-aged man get out of a car outside and hurry toward the gate.
Luohua Manor's mountain gate was automatic, only a little over waist-high. It normally served mainly to keep cars out and was not particularly effective against people. Whether one climbed over the automatic gate or went around it, neither was difficult.
The middle-aged man had gotten out of his car and run toward the gate, clearly knowing that his vehicle would not be able to enter easily.
Good Scenery recognized him, though. The man had been at the manor a few days ago. She did not know his name, but he seemed to have brought his son seeking treatment. Feng Jun had helped them and even lent them the bus to stay in.
The man ran toward the mountain gate as if his life depended on it. Good Scenery had just driven out, and the gate had not fully closed yet.
But the next moment, she saw a small car roar in from the distance, speeding straight at the gate. It looked as though it intended to smash through it.
Most automatic retractable gates were just for show, and Luohua Manor's was no exception. A car could definitely ram