C251 Packed away

North Yan Street. Today, it was deserted and gloomy. The teahouses and restaurants along the streets had long since closed for business.

Even in front of the Marshal's mansion's doors, there were very few people walking past.

The atmosphere was extremely strange, as if it was the calm before a storm.

Inside the Marshal's mansion, in the front hall, Jiang Zhenfeng was sitting upright on a chair