A man wearing an old trench coat stood at the back, hastily speaking.
His facial skin had several scarlet lines, looking like tattoos, yet resembling bulging veins.
The rear of his clothing bulged slightly, as if there were wings or tumors growing underneath the flesh.
"Is that so...Hehe, very well."
"Since they want to seek death, let’s start the plan."
Without saying more, the man referred to as the walking Dark Robed Man waved his robes, and his figure instantly vanished.
Several subordinates behind him followed, all turning into afterimages, disappearing without a trace.
Seeing this, the man who had previously reported the situation showed a fervent expression, kowtowing on the spot for several breaths.
It wasn’t until the wind and sand blew again that he retreated, beginning preparations for follow-up arrangents.
.....
Buzz!!
On that day, precisely at four in the afternoon.
The buzzing airwaves stirred wild winds, a small white-gray plane touched down on the airport runway, with its black wheels sparking.
This was a small private airport, surrounded by a wire fence, isolating it from the outside.
An expansive cent ground paved evenly, with green field grass further afield.
Several black cars of the Flying brand were parked near the adjacent runway, and a dozen or so tall, burly bodyguards with brown-yellow skin stood vigilant around the vehicles, wearing earpieces, their waists bulging, focusing on the taxiing and slowly docking private plane.
"Everyone better pull yourselves together!"
"This is our major client, stand tall and proud, maintain your deanor!"
The security captain wearing sunglasses inside the black convoy loudly reminded everyone, also instructing on the appropriate welco ceremony, arranging people at both sides.
After speaking, the car door beside him was opened by soone, and soon a middle-aged man in a deep blue suit erged from the vehicle.
"Boss, I’ve already reminded everyone."
"Is there anything else you’d like to instruct?"
The security captain quickly inquired, then received a reply.
"Have them be more agile, show so discernnt..."
The middle-aged man in the deep blue suit had the characteristics of Chi Country’s people, though he was sowhat overweight, pot-bellied, and had a diterranean hairstyle.
Tightening the buttons on the suit around his abdon, he led the crowd to et the properly docked private plane, quietly reminding, "The board director of Jade Biotechnology is visiting."
"We’ve managed, with difficulty, to open Chi Country’s business, no slacking..."
Having given instructions, the security captain with Chi Country characteristics nodded repeatedly.
Click!
At this mont, the cabin door of the properly docked private plane opened, with a folding ladder automatically extending to the smooth cent ground.
The diterranean man engaged in conversation adjusted his expression, quickly revealing an enthusiastic smile, looking toward the cabin door.
Tap tap!
Footsteps sounded, Yuan Yueshan, in a dark trench coat, with an earpiece, erged first.
A flash of blue arc in his eyes made hearts tremble, his heavy strides caused the waiting suit-wearing bodyguards’ expressions to beco solemn, setting aside any underestimations.
"It’s a Fifth-Order Transford Human..."
The security captain’s expression was grave, while the diterranean man’s smile grew even more enthusiastic.
Tap tap!
Footsteps followed, and then Lin Hao and others dressed in gray suits erged one after another.
Without thinking, he hurriedly led the team forward.
"Welco, Mr. Lin Hao, to Lou Yue for guidance in work!"
Clap clap clap clap!
As his voice landed, the security captain imdiately led the crowd in clapping to welco them, particularly in Red Country Language.
The warm atmosphere caused Lin Hao to smile, lightly patting the backs of the hands of the diterranean man during their handshake.
"Boss Wang was thoughtful."
"Not at all."
"I just didn’t expect Chairman Lin to look even younger than in the picture, truly a promising young talent, admirable."
The diterranean man referred to as Boss Wang complinted repeatedly, fluent in Red Country Language.
Lin Hao maintained his smile, following a simple exchange of pleasantries, he stepped aside, introducing Chen Feng behind him.
"This is my friend, you may call him Mr. Chen."
"Ah, Mr. Chen in person, an honor, an honor."
Boss Wang paused shortly in surprise, then realizing, he quickly shook hands with Chen Feng.
Various pieces of probing information and images flashed in his mind, he inexplicably felt an odd familiarity, yet a closer look didn’t quite match.
The legendary Flying General-level figure, seemingly didn’t have such an ordinary appearance, right?
Confusion rose, while Chen Feng, standing opposite, rely nodded gently, exchanging a simple handshake.
His masculine face with slanting eyebrows had long been altered, becoming an ordinary appearance of about thirty years old.
Yang Wudi and Selin’s disappearance was too sudden, its cause unknown.
In contrast, his current fa was too great, every move easily drawing attention.
Thus, to avoid alarming the vigilance of Lou Yue Military, and other uncertain hostile forces.
He intentionally disguised, simultaneously restraining the volcano-like energy field of his life.
With no suspicion, the security captain’s gaze flickered, the scanning device showed normal, detecting no energy field fluctuations beyond the ordinary.
Once confird, Boss Wang suppressed his doubts, not probing further.
"Since he is Mr. Lin’s friend, then he is a friend to , Old Wang, and Tonghe Group."
"Welco, both of you, to Lou Yue, please this way!"
He gestured toward the convoy, predominantly a stretched Flying sedan, furnished with silk ornants and leather sofas.
Lin Hao and others nodded to proceed, entering successively, seated on one side.
Boss Wang, along with the security captain, sat opposite, the convoy departing the private airport, traversing the smooth cent road through the wire fence.
"Rest assured, Chairman Lin, I have already sent people to investigate, hoping the results will be soon."
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