From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare

Chapter 280

The wind whipped fiercely at the top of the skyscraper, carrying with it the distant hum of the bustling city below.

The group of masked men stood like silent shadows, barely visible against the dark night sky. They were dressed in black from head to toe, with ninja-like masks that concealed their faces, leaving only their eyes visible.

Each of them had a sleek, lethal aura, their presence melding into the deep darkness of the rooftop.

From up there, the city looked almost insignificant. The streets, filled with the movement of cars, buses, and pedestrians, seemed like the flow of tiny ants, endlessly scurrying from one place to another.

The occasional flash of headlights pierced the dim haze, casting brief, flickering beams across the asphalt.

The towering buildings around them were like sentinels of concrete and steel, but none as tall as the one they stood on.

Far below, the honks of impatient traffic, the murmurs of late-night conversations, and the distant rhythm of the city’