The taxi drove along the river. The rich District of Turin was on the other side of the river. The lights were beautiful and it was a peaceful scene.
However, the place was destined to be stained with the smell of blood tonight ...
After the taxi crossed the bridge, there were fewer people. Both sides of the road were filled with dense woods, and the villas were faintly visible among the trees. This place was backed by the Green Mountains and faced the river. From the top, one could see the distant Mount Perga, and from the bottom, one could have a bird's eye view of the whole city. No wonder rich people were willing to live here.
The taxi stopped about a hundred meters away from the villa area. There were guards on guard further ahead. The inside was a private road, and the taxi driver was not allowed to enter, unless the person taking the taxi was an owner.