The Green Farm near the city border slept quietly under the night sky.
To outsiders, the vast fields and scattered barns would give the impression of a peaceful countryside property owned by an eccentric millionaire.
But nothing about this place was simple.
Beneath the grassy hills and livestock pens lay an entire underground basecamp, equipped with tunnels, surveillance rooms, weapons storage, and private cells.
The farm was merely a cover—one of Axel Knight's base camps in the capital city.
The black van rolled through the gates and followed a stone road lit only by occasional lamps.
It stopped beside a large gray stone house tucked beneath thick, shadowy trees. By daylight, the house looked picturesque and serene, the perfect rural escape.
Tonight, however, the darkness swallowed its charm.
