Three luxury cars screeched to a halt ten meters from Lu Xuan, the tires shrieking against the asphalt.
Before the drivers could get out, the rear door was violently pushed open from inside.
Three elderly men with snow-white hair stumbled out.
They wore bespoke suits, their Patek Philippe watches reflecting the sunlight, yet at this moment they looked pallid beyond belief.
"Father! Your sons are unfilial!"
The elderly man in the Tang suit, leading the two others, suddenly knelt down, their knees hitting the stone slabs heavily.
The eight middle-aged men behind the old men saw this and immediately followed suit, shouting in unison.
"Grandfather!"
Their kowtowing posture was so practiced, it was as if they had done it a thousand times before.
The aristocrats who usually controlled billion-dollar corporations and could shake the financial world with a stomp were now trembling like errant children.
