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Through the car window, a wisp of cloud swiftly drifted away into the distance as the vehicle moved forward, and pedestrians on both sides of the street receded as if in a rewound film. The line of vehicles was still dazzling, and the traffic police at the crossroads stopped vehicles on both sides, saluting as the convoy roared past without waiting for a red light.
The vehicles slowly approached a place resembling an estate, surrounded by a white courtyard fence that encircled the entire estate. On the left side of the entrance, a modest-sized wooden sign read, "Ground-level European Manor."