From the outside, the villa was plain and unremarkable. It wasn't until Feng Mountain stepped inside that he discovered it was a whole different world.
He passed through the entryway.
The first thing that met his eyes was a spacious, high-ceilinged hall. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, and a thick animal-hide rug covered the floor. Stepping on it felt as soft as cotton.
On one side of the hall was a massive stone fireplace with a roaring fire inside, its rolling heat waves filling the entire space.
Above the stone fireplace hung a huge oil painting depicting Indians with long spears hunting North American bison. The colors were vibrant and lifelike.
"Fellas, come on over." Vergil sat on a luxurious leather sofa, a drink in his hand, with the long-legged blonde snuggled up beside him.
The sight was hard to look at.
It wasn't quite Beauty and the Beast. More like Beauty and a meat bun.
