Chapter 352: The Storm in Beijing, A Debt Paid in Blood

The sky over Beijing was a canvas of sullen grey, the air thick with an unspoken tension, as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath. A black Maybach, silent as a phantom, glided through the heavily guarded gates of the most opulent estate in the capital—the ancestral home of the Doyle family. It did not stop at the designated guest area. Instead, it rolled with unnerving calm directly up the main driveway, coming to a halt before the grandiose entrance of the main villa, a place...