The Hidden Urban Wealthy Alchemy

Five Masked Men.

After the van crossed his car, there were sounds of yelling and shouting.

Five black-clad figures slipped down the street, getting out of a van without a license plate. They were all complete with black coats that rustled in the wind, face-covering cloaks, or plain black masks. They were sturdy, like martial artists, moving swiftly with shiny daggers in their hands reflected in the sunlight. Seen from a distance, their movements are agile, just like athletes.

On that afternoon, the sky was still lingering in the twilight, the sunlight flooding the quiet street where Taylor was overtaken by a black van driven by the mysterious group.

The five figures surrounded Taylor's BMW M8. One walked stylishly toward the door where Taylor was sitting as the driver.

*Knock - knock - knock*

The leader of the group, a man's voice, knocked on Taylor's car window.

"Get out," he said sternly.

He launched the dagger in his hand, then made a twisting motion like a dagger dance. It looked terrifying, as if