Heading south for several tens of meters, they went through a pitch-black long alley.
The streetlights were sometimes on and sometimes off, there wasn't a single figure in sight for quite some time. Liu Muxue subconsciously moved closer to Ming Jing, watching her surroundings vigilantly.
"What kind of ghost place is this?"
The entrance to the residential community finally appeared before them.
Xidi Harbor.
The imposing gate was built with luxury, tall palm trees were planted on both sides of the road, a security guard in a neat uniform holding a long gun stood guard in the dark night, and the distant high-rises flickered brightly and dimly.
Before they could approach, they were stopped, showing the tight security of this community.
Soon, a panting woman in her 50s or 60s came running over, "Security comrades, it's all a misunderstanding, these two are guests of our young lady."
"Ms. Mao's guest?"