At the end of the long street, it rained heavily.
A man walked slowly holding a black umbrella, the hem of his black windbreaker rustling in the wind. He walked very slowly, and the sound of his leather shoes on the stagnant water was as precise as the ticking of a clock.
The rainwater formed a stream and flowed by his feet, washing away the glitz and sin of the city. The neon lights on the street melted away in the rain, turning into blurry halos that reflected the brightly lit mid-level manor.
At the entrance of the manor, two strong men in black suits stared warily at the uninvited guests on the rainy night. They are the top guards of the Wang family. They have seen blood on their hands and have no fear in their hearts. But they didn't know why, but as they watched the man getting closer and closer, their hearts started to feel inexplicably.
The man didn't walk fast, but every step seemed to step on their heartbeat.
Finally, the man stopped in front of the carved iron gate of the manor.
