C335 Old Man Su's Backhand

The two giant iron gates creaked as the motors built into the walls pulled them away, creating a huge gap.

The white Maserati parked at the entrance was like a wild horse, letting out a shocking roar. It dashed into the manor and headed straight for the parking lot where a group of small yellow poplar trees were used as fences.

Not long after, a cloud of smoke rose up from the ground