A flight slowly descended upon the international airport of Hong Kong. Not long after, a middle-aged man with short hair, a square face, and a string of Buddha Beads on his wrist emerged from the airport, his face somber, accompanied by a few individuals. They radiated a cold, deadly aura that deterred bystanders from getting too close.
They quickly left the airport terminal and got into several luxury cars waiting for them. The short-haired, square-faced man with the somber expression sat in one of the limousines, gazing at the scenery outside through the car window.
"Ding Li, you've been away from Hong Kong for twenty years. Why have you suddenly come back today?" An elderly man with a head full of silver hair handed a glass of wine to the man named Ding Li and asked.
"I can't believe how much Hong Kong has changed in twenty years. I barely recognize it," Ding Li responded, dodging the question.
