In the elevator.
Hawking looked at the city's neon lights under the transparent glass.
He had never thought that he would be back here again. He had fled for so long and thought that he would never be able to return to this country.
England had been unable to find him, and in the end, they thought he was a traitor. All these years, MI6 had been looking for him.
Compared to the M Nation, his own country's agents were like wolves and tigers to him, which also made Hawking's heart of returning to China disappear.
But now, he had returned.
He came back to visit his children and family.
That kid had done it, allowing him to return to his own country in broad daylight.
"If the world knew that I rejected that kid's offer to be the chairman of the European Council, would they want to beat me to death?" Hawking smiled.
