9 PM.
In the suburbs of Holy Oak, the villa area known as a gathering place for the wealthy of Opportunity City wasn't entirely occupied.
Many tycoons who owned businesses in Opportunity City did not reside in this increasingly desolate city.
They owned properties here, but for most, it was merely a part of their asset portfolio or simply a base for business discussions.
Rows of white three-story villas were all dark, except for the street lamps emitting a pallid light. From afar, they resembled the spirits of the dead floating in a dark world.
"So, Mr. Punkser, we are going on patrol," a few sturdy bodyguards in crisp suits and black ties bowed slightly to a lean middle-aged man with red hair in the study.
"Remember my orders. Anyone, anything that moves and tries to get close, kill them without hesitation," Punkser commanded coldly.
The bodyguards quietly left the study and closed the door behind them.