Suburbs, a private club.
Orson got out of the car, and Lee led the way, unable to stop himself from scanning the surroundings.
This place used to be a summer resort, which Orson had heard about since he was a kid—it had quite a reputation locally. Later, the land was bought and transformed into a high-end private club where many influential figures would frequently gather for business talks. However, he wasn't sure whether this place was part of Radiant Shuttle's properties.
Outside of a mansion surrounded by water, several security guards stood by the entrance, exchanging glances with Lee. The four of them gave Orson a brief once-over and then stepped aside to let him pass.
"I'm afraid I can't go any further, brother," Lee said.
"Alright, thanks." Orson nodded, eyeing the four men, who were slender but exuded a sharp and dangerous energy—clearly veterans of the battlefield, even though they weren't built like typical security thugs.