The time was nearing dawn, and the distant sky was faintly brightening.
The streets were filled with cold mist, condensing on every object at this cusp of day and night, draping everything in a layer of frost.
There were already pedestrians on the street, strolling leisurely, but their gazes couldn't help but turn towards Stuart's mansion. The gunshots from last night and the noise brought by the mounted police had awakened most of them, leaving them curious about what had happened here, whispering among themselves.
A small number of soldiers disguised as mounted police still guarded the nearby streets, repelling those prying eyes one by one.
The atmosphere was like the winter of Old Dunling, with a chill that stung the skin.
Lorenzo was sitting in the corner of the room, with a weary look in his eyes. His mind still echoed with pain as he smoked a cigarette, swallowing clouds of smoke, trying to make himself feel more comfortable.
