The brightly lit streets of Tokyo saw a low-key Century Toyota passing through, capturing the attention of everyone on one side of the street.
It wasn't because this was the "Rolls-Royce" of the Japanese, but because of the woman sitting in the back seat.
Through the half-lowered car window, only a small part of her face was visible, along with a pair of unforgettable eyes. She gazed at the bustling Tokyo outside the window, with an air of three parts languor, three parts nonchalance, and the remaining four parts, a noble aura that pierced the soul.
Symbolizing power and glory, the Century Toyota drove out of Tokyo's city limits, passing by the highway where Boss Jiang had once stopped midway, finally arriving at the ancestral home of Japan's top financial conglomerate.
By this time, the ancient residence was already prepared for the funeral arrangements, with strings of white lanterns shimmering with a faint cold light under the moonlight.
The driver opened the car door.
