After arriving at this place, the house had already been cleaned. Although it wasn't as nice as his villa, it was at least safe here.
The house wasn't big—a two-story building by the side of the road, adding up to only about one hundred fifty square meters.
These kinds of houses were common in the old district, all very old buildings.
Despite its small size, he liked it. When in danger, the smaller the environment, the greater the sense of security.
After settling down, he picked up the phone and dialed his uncle's number.
"I've settled in, everything is safe. The blankets and sheets are new, and they smell of flowers."
His assistant was silent for a long time, "There's a statue of the Virgin Mary in the attic. Move it aside, and you'll find a lion pattern on the base. Twist it, and a box will fall out from underneath."
"Inside there's a handgun, two magazines, and two boxes of bullets."
The nephew was a bit surprised, "I don't need these right now."