Laura's notebook could certainly be useful, so Chen Ke decided to take it back to Wang Ailin for a look. He pocketed the notebook and at that moment, he sensed people entering the mansion from outside.
Chen Ke pressed against the window, peering through the dust-caked curtain gap towards the front gate, only to see about a dozen individuals clad in black sportswear, sneaking around stealthily at the gate.
It was 3 p.m., the wind was strong, and the cold, dry countryside was filled only with the howling north wind. The men in black, noting the quiet inside the mansion, somehow managed to break the electronic lock on the gate with some tools.
Chen Ke had climbed in by himself, so there were no signs of forced entry at the gate. This group did not look friendly as they entered, pulling MAC10 submachine guns from beneath their clothes and dispersing as they advanced into the mansion.