Qiu Tong led Su Ming along the neon-lit street for about ten minutes before stopping in front of a lavish building. A huge neon sign flashed the words "Golden Years," and security guards in suits stood at the entrance. Occasionally, vehicles would drive into the underground garage, and well-dressed men and women would step out.

Su Ming looked up at the building, which shimmered in the night, feeling a strong sense of unease. "Cousin, this, this is..."

"Shut up! Follow me!" Qiu Tong's voice was calm, devoid of emotion. She walked straight to the entrance, and the security guard, who clearly recognized her, bowed slightly and opened the heavy glass door.

Once inside, Su Ming was stunned by the sight before him.