An hour later, the vehicle stopped.
The cargo door opened, and the dazzling lights in front of her shocked Qiao Ran's heart.
What she saw was a lavishly built palace that resembled the Forbidden City in appearance.
Although it wasn't as large as the Forbidden City, each detail was more exquisite and grand.
Two fierce and imposing stone lions with open mouths stood in front of the door, and above the main entrance, three golden characters were inscribed—Zhen Country Hall.
On both sides of the gate stood more than a dozen men of different skin colors, all dressed in armor.
Witnessing this scene, Qiao Ran felt an urge to laugh while also admiring it.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have thought she was dreaming.
A super drug lord had turned himself into an emperor ruling over a mountain and did so blatantly.
Compared to most drug traffickers who could only hide and conduct their business in caves, basements, and neglected places like graveyards.