At ten o'clock in the evening, a neat and uniform procession of black vehicles, shrouded in the darkness of the night, gradually approached and silently parked downstairs of the apartment building.
"Second Master, we've arrived."
Yan Jiu, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced outside the window and softly reminded the handsome man resting with his forehead propped in his hands and eyes closed in the back seat, "Second Master?"
A few seconds later, the man's narrow eyes slowly opened, a trace of confusion flickering through the ink-black pupils before he quickly regained his usual cool and elegant demeanor, nodding slightly, "Mm."