The Dill Holiday, a top-tier villa community, was already richly adorned with a variety of ornamental plants and had excellent greenery. Dill Town, being a picturesque scenic area, boasted a small Dillon Lake at the foothills, surrounded by dense vegetation. During the Purple Fog era, these plants went wild, transforming the entire community into a realm of towering trees that blocked out the scant sunlight, enveloping the area in darkness.

This place had not been bombed by the 910th Brigade, and various animals roamed freely. The women in the group felt a tinge of fear as they observed their surroundings.

"Meow~"

James Lone looked up to see a white Persian cat perched on a tree branch, its sharp gaze locked onto the group. The cat, likely a pet from a nearby home, measured over a meter in length, with a moderate glow, posing little threat. Therefore, James Lone decided to ignore it.

"Bark, bark, bark!" Byakugan provocatively barked at the cat.

"Come down if you dare! My master won't let you off easily!"

The Persian cat glanced at the husky and then darted into the treetops, disappearing from view. James Lone turned his attention back to the matter at hand.

"Let's go. Lancy George, which building is Linkon's sanctuary?"

Lancy George swallowed hard, "Oh, it's building 88. I'll lead you there."

The group ventured into the Dill Holiday community. James Lone opened his senses wide, carefully scanning the vicinity. This community was unlike others—it was completely deserted. With a low population density and high greenery ratio, it had become a significant vulnerability in the Purple Fog era.

Only three pets, all mutated cats, remained, living in what likely used to be their owners' home.

Dill Holiday was a semi-mountain villa. Building 88, situated at the highest point of the community, was a beautiful white Western-style mansion.

Lancy George gleefully shared, "The building covers about 2,000 square meters, with an eight-acre yard. I heard Linkon forked out $500 million for it!"

Five hundred million!

The women gasped in disbelief. The building was completely shrouded by towering trees, with wild grass growing to knee height, resembling a ghost house.

James Lone scanned the area with his senses, confirming there were no survivors inside, then opened the door and stepped inside.

As everyone switched on their flashlights and entered, they were astonished to find that the interior had been remarkably preserved—no plants had intruded, and the furniture and appliances were intact.

The women buzzed with excitement. After enduring a long journey of survival, they had finally found a house that looked like it had been lived in.

Lancy George beamed, "The windows and doors were made from the finest materials, supposedly bulletproof, so plants couldn't invade. After Linkon bought this place, he had the whole house torn down and rebuilt, disguising it with ordinary-looking stone—inside, it's lined with steel plates."

Their enthusiasm grew.

James Lone nodded in satisfaction. He had already scanned the entire house with his senses and understood the layout better than Lancy George did. He even found the entrance to the sanctuary.

Below, a massive four-level sanctuary awaited, surrounded by 20-centimeter-thick steel plating. The top two levels served as living quarters, featuring 20 bedrooms, two living rooms, one kitchen, and one cold storage room filled with ample food supplies.

The third underground level was an entertainment area with a sauna, heated pool, game room, media room, tea room, gym—all the typical amenities of a luxurious villa.

The lowest level housed the equipment management area, including a monitoring room capable of overseeing the entire sanctuary, alongside the mansion above.

A main control server, various electronic and mechanical tools, and replacement parts for equipment lined the space.

James Lone spotted two massive diesel generators, and the fuel tanks were stocked with plenty of diesel. The generators were operational, providing power to the entire sanctuary, and they could even extract water from the ground via a state-of-the-art purification system, continuously generating potable water.

For other survivors, this large water purifier would be an unimaginable treasure. But for James Lone, it was of little consequence; he had access to purified water in abundance.

Moreover, there was a weapons room stocked with three handguns, two rifles, ten boxes of ammunition, and two bulletproof vests. Linkon, a real estate mogul, had managed to acquire firearms and munitions despite Dragon Nation's stringent gun control.

The sanctuary boasted advanced equipment, with cameras and infrared detectors providing multiple layers of security.

There were three doors to the sanctuary. One led from the master bedroom's dressing room on the second floor, another from the living room, and the last one that opened to the outside of Dill Holiday.

It seemed Linkon had truly spared no expense to fulfill his apocalyptic dreams.

But now, it all belonged to me!

James Lone smiled faintly.

Lancy George guided the group to the wall behind the couch in the living room.

"The sanctuary's entrance is right here."

The wall appeared ordinary, adorned only with a nondescript piece of art.

James Lone nodded, "How do we open it?"

Lancy George shook his head, "I can't. Linkon opened it once; it's protected by fingerprint, facial recognition, and a password—all three combined. We might as well just phase through the wall."

After a moment's thought, James Lone said, "I'll make arrangements. Dale, Wot, you guys can't phase through, so you'll stay in the upper rooms for now. Aside from the two of you, I'll assign four people to stay in the mansion daily for monitoring and patrol duties."

"Everyone else, follow me inside."

Wot Andrew felt a bit disappointed but accepted it; after all, the above rooms were clean and safe. Entering the sanctuary alongside all of James Lone's women wouldn't be appropriate—keeping some distance was for the best.

"Fine, staying upstairs is probably more convenient for me anyway," Wot said readily.

Dale felt the worst. She watched as all the women entered the sanctuary while she remained behind, acutely aware of her lack of trust from James Lone.

In the end, James Lone led the women into the underground sanctuary, with Byakugan, the husky, cleverly following James as it could phase through walls.

Sita King cradled the white fox Xueer, and April held the black cat Kele; they could phase through as well, but their pets couldn't, so they would have to wait upstairs temporarily.

The group moved through the thick alloy door, entering a ten-meter-deep corridor where motion-sensor lights flickered to life.

James Lone felt a rush of relief as the brightness illuminated his surroundings. After wandering in the dim Purple Fog for so long, seeing light was a welcome change.

With the mansion and sanctuary's dual barriers, almost no purple mist seeped in, ensuring crystal-clear visibility—the surrounding ambience felt immensely refreshing.

The women were buzzing with excitement.

"Wow! There's electricity!"

"Is it from batteries? I wonder how long it'll last?"

James Lone's perception allowed him visibility up to 200 meters ahead, while they were struggling with their low-level senses in the fog.

Lancy George added, "Linkon mentioned there were diesel generators that could keep supplying power as long as there's diesel."

Leading the group to the first floor, James Lone opened the door to a sprawling 200-square-meter living room, exquisitely decorated.

Surrounding it were several large bedrooms, each over 50 square meters, all designed with a feminine touch.

Prominently featured was a master suite exceeding 300 square meters—clearly the space Linkon had reserved for himself.

The central feature was a cabinet filled with safety umbrellas, contraceptive pills, and other adult necessities. Clearly, Linkon had made his plans for a "dystopian retreat with lovely company."

Now, all of this had conveniently fallen into James Lone's hands.

The women eagerly assigned themselves to rooms.

Meanwhile, James Lone made his way to the second floor.

The bedrooms there were quite ordinary in design and only about 20 square meters in size. It seemed these were meant for Linkon's subordinates or servants.

James Lone rechecked the third and fourth levels, his satisfaction growing. The expansive heated pool could accommodate dozens of women for fun and games.

It was bliss!

Some computer equipment remained inaccessible, requiring passwords likely known only to Linkon.

Even so, James Lone felt a sense of contentment.

He smiled and announced to the group, "From now on, we'll be living here!"

Cheers erupted among the women.

At the 910th Brigade's base, Linkon exited a heavily guarded compound, his expression dark as he muttered under his breath, "Holy shit! That damn Bruce Scott!"