An hour later.
The taxi stopped outside a luxurious estate spanning several thousand square meters halfway up Purple Gold Mountain.
This was Sun Xiaochuan's "palace."
Five-meter-high walls and an impenetrable electric fence completely sealed the estate off from the outside world.
At the entrance stood a blast-resistant gate capable of withstanding a collision with an armored vehicle.
Bodyguards armed with loaded guns patrolled around the clock.
It was, in every sense, an impregnable private fortress!
Sun Xiaochuan stepped out of the car and gazed at the familiar estate, the symbol of his power and status. Most of the humiliation and unease he had felt during his time as a prisoner finally faded.
It felt so good to be home!
Yet when he reached the entrance, he frowned again.
Eight burly men should have been stationed there, but now there was not a soul in sight!
The entire estate was deathly silent, like a deserted city.
"Where is everyone? Where the hell did they all go?"
Sun Xiaochuan's heart lurched, and an ominous premonition rose within him.
He hurried to the gate and entered his passcode and fingerprint.
"Beep, beep, beep... verification successful."
The heavy blast-resistant gate slowly slid open to either side.
Sun Xiaochuan rushed inside, unable to wait.
Then he froze completely.
The estate was a wreck.
All sorts of debris littered the lawn.
Liquor bottles and garbage floated in the swimming pool.
His extravagantly luxurious living room, built from golden-thread nanmu, had been turned upside down!
The sofa had been slashed, shattered antique vases covered the floor, and the authentic Tang Bohu painting worth over a hundred million on the wall had vanished!
"Fuck!"
Sun Xiaochuan's eyes instantly turned red!
The moment he fell, everyone scattered!
He had been locked up for less than a day, and those