Chapter 551: Chris's Meaning_1

On the outskirts of a certain city in South Africa, there lay a nameless peak.

This mountain bore no grass or trees. It rose steeply, resembling a grand and natural statue. The lines were clear, the form bizarre yet captivating, showcasing nature's exquisite craftsmanship in full.

At the foot of the peak stood a European-style villa entirely covered in snow-white paint, an awe-inspiring sight.

Large rocks of all sizes, colors, and peculiar shapes were scattered irregularly around the villa, as if they were soldiers guarding it.

"Screech... Screech..."

Two business vehicles drove from the foot of the mountain, parking at the entrance of the stone garden, shattering the serenity of the mountains.

The doors opened, and one by one, shadows emerged from inside the vehicles.

"What are you up to?" asked a middle-aged man standing guard at the gate, as he suspiciously eyed the newcomers with a pistol in hand.