Golden Knife Street

"Master!"

In the vast yard, thirty well-dressed servants greeted their master loudly and bowed deeply in respect.

At the front gate of the yard, the carriage's door opened, and a blond-haired man stepped out with a cold look on his face.

He was dressed fancifully as if he had just returned from a royal banquet, and then he entered the yard with long, steady steps.

While bowing deep in respect, the servants kept calm expressions, but few of them sweated because of the pressure their master, Zane, was emitting.

It was like standing in the presence of a powerful king, and they couldn't help but feel the weight of the insane pressure on their shoulders.

Zane left behind the yard and entered the house, ignoring all the fancy decor that must've cost millions and instead heading straight to his bedroom.

After arriving at the bedroom, he locked the door and sat on the edge of his bed, not speaking a word.