"Mr. Hou, please."
The bodyguard standing nearby gestured. Hou Yong had no choice but to rise; when the situation is forced upon you, you have to yield. That godforsaken Wang Zijun had actually left just like that, grandly and without a single word of explanation. As for the four suitcases stuffed with cash, he had simply had two of his men take the money with them when they left.
The villa had five levels: three above ground and two underground. What the two subterranean levels were for, Hou Yong didn't know. His bedroom was on the second floor. Perhaps because it was a guest room, and given the villa's truly remote location—a place where Wang Zijun rarely entertained—the decor was, frankly, spartan: a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and nothing else.
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