It was late at night, but Mr. Stanford's house was still filled with the constant sound of CLANGING and BANGING.
Normally, late-night construction in the neighborhood would draw an inquiry from the community association—
What's that? The construction is at the home of the community association's president?
Oh, well. Never mind then.
"Mr. Maurice Stanford," Li Wei said, stepping forward ahead of Don Quixote. "Still up this late?"
Mr. Stanford was directing a few workers as they nailed something to the doors and windows. The beams from flashlights and spotlights on the ground sliced the whole house into jagged pieces.
"Reinforce this part here... Oh, it's you two, the uncle and nephew." He turned and smiled upon seeing the armored Don Quixote and Li Wei. "I have to go on a long trip tomorrow, so I made an urgent call to have the doors and windows reinforced. I'd rather not get robbed again."
