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Airport.
A tall and upright figure descended from the plane, followed by four men in black.
The man at the front was rather tall, his eyes bright and alert, exuding an aura of authority without anger.
He seemed to have trouble with his legs as he held a black cane typically used by the elderly, looking up at the sky with a profound gaze.
Lin Xiaotang, I'm back!
"Sir, the car is waiting outside," Zhao Ke stepped forward to drape a coat over Tang Kairui.
Tang Kairui nodded and took the lead, stepping forward.
"Let's go."
Zhao Ke and the others hurried to catch up with their brisk steps.
They were conspicuous, attracting stares from many onlookers.
Tang Kairui's leg was inconvenient, slowing his pace, and he leisurely walked while looking around.
"Things have changed quite a bit here."
Zhao Ke glanced at him, unable to discern any emotion, and said with a smile, "It's been over ten years, it's normal for there to be big changes."
