Chapter 63
“We meet again, Mr. Joseph.”
The moonlight shone gently, and under its silvery radiance, raindrops pattered on the windowsill, like a soft nocturne slowly playing.
A figure bathed in the moonlight, with raindrops rolling off the surface of an umbrella.
The invisible rain curtain in the world opened the stage curtain, and the man under the black umbrella seemed like a musician walking calmly in the rain, entering the stage composedly at the moment the curtain opened.
“!!!”
Joseph suddenly stepped back, looking at the man on the balcony with uncertainty and surprise.
He instinctively recalled a night over a month ago that also had a faint scent of rain, that piano piece played in the Beiyuan Building. Remembering it now, this memory was tinged with a deep shade of blood.
The culprit was the man before him.
Joseph Houston, a member of the Imperial Parliament and administrator of the King District, lived in a heavily guarded community, in a villa with over ten floors.