The city’s bustling traffic turned into a flowing Milky Way.

At the intersection, when the White Eyebrow Eagle King stopped the car, looking at the bright traffic lights ahead, Jiang Chen eventually picked up his phone.

Redialing.

"Buzz... Buzz... Buzz..."

No one answered.

Until the mechanized broadcast sounded. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Sorry, the user you are calling is busy. Please try again later..."

Jiang Chen’s gaze fluctuated with the traffic lights.

When the White Eyebrow Eagle King lined up to pass through the intersection, he suddenly said, "Turn left."

Turn left?

But they were clearly in the straight lane.

No problem.

Who says you can’t turn left from a straight lane?

Rules are meant to be broken.

The White Eyebrow Eagle King didn’t question it, accelerated, increased the distance, then sharply turned the steering wheel, the Alphard crossing the zebra lines suddenly turned against the regulations, startling the vehicles making normal left turns, but responding to their urgent honking were only the receding taillights of the Alphard.

Comrade Jiang Chen ultimately inherited the ancient moral tradition of Shen Zhou’s men, with great loyalty, deciding to risk having his driver’s license revoked to verify whether it was truly a Japanese version of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf."

The Alphard ignored the traffic signals, like a blind person driving. Undoubtedly, it must have already drawn the traffic department’s attention, but it was inconceivable that no enforcement officers came out to intercept it.

Fortunately, the White Eyebrow Eagle King drove steadily, racing through the streets without causing any traffic accidents.

Throughout the journey, Jiang Chen repeatedly redialed Fujiwara Reiki’s number, but his efforts were in vain.

If it really was "The Boy Who Cried Wolf," she was performing very realistically.

"Mr. Jiang, be careful."

Returning to the familiar scene.

The Golden Lion King looked at the large mansion outside the car window, issuing a stern warning out of a professional instinct.

The dangerously driven Alphard came to a stop.

After surveying the surroundings silently, the Four Great Kings got out of the car one by one, their eyes alert like hawks, scouting any potential dangers in the dim light, only allowing Jiang Chen to alight after ensuring there was no sign of disturbance.

Just as quiet as when they first came.

Only the moon tonight was somewhat rounder.

But there was one difference,

last time the gate was wide open, whereas this time it was tightly closed.

If it was "The Boy Who Cried Wolf," then it shouldn’t be like this.

"Mr. Jiang, there’s a scent of blood."

The Purple Shirt Dragon King whispered, speaking while never relaxing his vigilance, fully focused on surveying the area he was responsible for, ensuring any unexpected situation could be reacted to promptly.

Scent of blood?

Jiang Chen instinctively took a breath.

There was hardly any wind tonight.

Undoubtedly.

He couldn’t smell anything.

However, a butcher’s nose is undoubtedly different from an average person’s nose, having long adapted to environments, naturally developing sensory abilities tailored to such circumstances.

Just like an electrician can tell if a wire is live with a touch.

——In such a serious situation, a joke lightens the mood.

One person’s intuition might be wrong, but not all four at once.

Last time when they came, they weren’t this tense and serious.

Jiang Chen looked at the tightly closed gate.

"Grab the gear."

Though lacking a gun permit, going unarmed when aware of potential risks is foolish.

Even a skilful wife needs rice to cook.

The Golden Lion King certainly needs the Dragon Slayer Sword as an embellishment, right?

Moreover, in an emergency, would you rely on your enemy to engage in a fistfight?

The Alphard, like a gold-plated vehicle from the last century, although with vastly differing prices, could similarly serve as a mobile arsenal and troop carrier. Soon, each of the Four Great Kings held a brand-new contraband knife, shining with a dazzling gleam in the night.

Well.

The ground was littered with randomly discarded, cracked newspapers.

All cultured people who love learning.

Three people make a crowd.

Add in the previous dangerous driving.

If caught, they could enjoy food and shelter for a long time.

"Mr. Jiang, how to get in?"

Right.

There’s another problem.

The gate is shut.

No matter how crafty the Alphard, or how cunning Boss Jiang is, he surely doesn’t carry a ladder, right?

That would be inappropriate.

Although there’s past experience of scaling walls, the current situation is undoubtedly unsuitable, but such minor issues wouldn’t stump him. He glanced at the firmly closed gate, quickly formulating a plan.

"Get in the car."

The Four Great Kings, though unsure, immediately followed the orders. This time Boss Jiang personally drove, but before restarting the Alphard, he took out his phone, sending a message.

No text content.

Just the current location pin.

Afterwards, he put away the phone, shifted gears, turned the steering wheel, floored the accelerator, transforming the business-oriented Alphard into an off-road vehicle, charging up the steps, unstoppably crashing towards the closed gate.

80% chance it’s not the same old trick.

But if it’s a more high-level performance, then this gate is the price.

Oh.

Also need to pay for the car.

Even historical relics can’t withstand the might of modern industry.

With no buffer in the direct collision, the gate burst open, the Alphard’s front rising, amidst the flying debris, majestically leaping slightly into the courtyard.

The quiet night was thus shattered.

"Hiss—"

Pairs of eyes suddenly turned, fixing their gaze with varied expressions on the Alphard that had abruptly slammed to a stop.

World outside the gate.

World inside the gate.

Jiang Chen gripping the steering wheel, battling the dizziness, instinctively glanced outside.

Whoa.

A lot of people.

And.

A lot of blood.

The fact often proves that a mere gate can interrupt one’s imagination, never knowing what’s occurring behind it.