At the same time, in New York City, on Huqiu Mountain, the Jin Family.
At this moment, the lavish estate of the Jin Family was brightly lit, yet amidst this flourishing scene of lights, there was an ever-present, invisible aura of slaughter.
Men dressed in black outfits moved in teams, each with solemn expressions, appearing very grave. Each had a wireless earpiece and a handgun at their waist, giving off a cold and stern air.
These men were the professional bodyguards hired by the Jin Family, patrolling in three shifts, twenty-four hours a day, creating an extraordinary sense of severity.
The current state of the Jin Family was one of extreme tension and alarm, giving off an icy sense of urgency from within and without.
Meanwhile, in the Jin Family's back garden, there was also a tense atmosphere. Jin Qingyun was lying on a recliner, playing with two solid steel balls in his hands, his eyes closed as if relaxing.
