Late at night, the cold wind howled, and the willow trees outside the courtyard swayed wildly.
Qiao Yu stood in front of the study's floor-to-ceiling window, watching the trees being ravaged by the wind, his gaze hidden with a cold edge under his glasses.
After a long while, his phone rang twice.
He took it out to look at it, then turned and walked to the far left of the bookshelf. He pressed a button behind the books.
The hidden compartment behind the bookshelf opened.
Qiao Yu reached in and took out a black bag from the compartment.
Then he closed the compartment again, putting the books back in their original place.
The black bag was placed on the desk.
Qiao Yu opened it and took out the contents.
An M9 handgun and bullets.
Qiao Huaisong and Xi Wanqing hadn't told him anything, and he truly didn't know about the matters of the Qiao Family.
But when he was young, he spent some time on the D Continent.
He once built a small force of his own.
