Soul Qingtandong is a wealthy district, second only to Jiangnan.
Here, one can find all kinds of high-end malls and luxury brands.
As long as you have money, you can live like a God here.
Especially in a place like Korea.
In a detached villa, a family of three resides.
Though the villa is only two stories tall, and totals less than two hundred square meters, it's quite spacious for a family of three.
A middle-aged man in his forties sits on the sofa in silence, quietly smoking, his brows deeply furrowed as if troubled by some vexing issue.
This man is the leader of Group 7, Han Xiangyu.
"We've been here for several days now, why do you still look so glum?"
The speaker is a middle-aged woman with an apron on, walking out from the kitchen.
With short hair and about the same age as Han Xiangyu, she is his wife, Sun Jia.
"With such a big incident, how could I not be worried?" Han Xiangyu smacked his lips and said sullenly,
"You know what my identity is."