The helicopter landed on the tarmac. The blades of the helicopter were still spinning due to inertia, creating gusts of air currents. Xia Pingan, tu POYi, li Yunzhou, and Fang Lingshan had already opened the door of the helicopter and jumped down.
The air current from the helicopter caused the old man's long robe to flutter. A man in his forties with a buzz cut was standing beside the old man. He was the old man's assistant and driver, Pan Lin. To Xia Pingan, Pan Lin was an acquaintance. They had met before when they were in the Yizhou provincial order Committee. He did not expect that the man had always been by the old man's side.
The old man, Wang Xihe, was standing on the lawn outside the tarmac with a smile on his face. His sharp eyes fell on Xia Pingan, who was walking down from the helicopter.
