The silver-gray extended sedan sped along the wide roads of Madrid, lined on both sides with Gothic-style buildings rich in Spanish architectural features, interspersed with modern high-rises, giving the city an international feel.
Zhang Beixing sat in the spacious back seat, casually crossing his legs and taking in the scenery on either side of the road. Meanwhile, Richard, perhaps still tense from something Zhang Beixing had said on the plane, had not managed to get a good rest.
After introducing the basic situation of the Alba Clan to Zhang Beixing, Richard closed his eyes for a nap.
Zhang Beixing was still unaware of the destination the car was heading to but had a feeling that the urban atmosphere around them was gradually diminishing.
