At noon the next day, a plane flew in from the southwest and landed at the Imperial Airport.
Standing under the sky of the imperial capital again, Jian Jie suddenly felt very unfamiliar.
The city was heavily polluted, foggy, populated, and had a lot of high-rise buildings and traffic. It was a strange and unfamiliar city.
He still preferred the forest at the border. He liked to shuttle through gunfire and wander between life and death.
A black Bentley stopped in front of the car, and the door opened automatically. The person inside did not get out, but only said three words, " "Get in the car, Yingluo."
He glanced at the person in the car and felt a little emotional. This guy, it had been so long since that incident, but he was still holding a grudge.
