Zhou Kuntai runs the pier, and the men who ambushed his boat are about to learn what that costs. The woman he keeps upstairs has a guard on her door and a name nobody is permitted to disturb — and his own brother is certain she is a mole. She calls it a gilded cage. He has not decided whether she is a possession or a risk, and for now that undecided question is the only thing keeping her safe.
So tall. Why can't it fly out? That's no ordinary wall. Three sensor lines with different triggers.
Vibration sensors half a meter underground. Auto-launch devices every 15 meters. Since the manor was built, anyone, human or animal,
has failed to escape. So tight. Mr. Zhou, he's lived in such danger?
Where he stays must be absolutely safe. Every inch here is by design.
He left now because of something dangerous. What he faces is never just danger.
It's war. No mercy. A-Zan. Lock down the manor.
Search. Find him for me. Yes. Good.
The tribute riders get rid of them all. Before dawn, I want their heads.
Muster all hands. Bring the best trackers and mountain guides. Find him alive,
or dead, bring back his bones.