At the same time, Wuming appeared at Jiaohe City Airport.
Wuming was wearing a black trench coat and a mask on his face, constantly receiving strange glances from people around him.
"Is it Halloween today? It's not, right? Why is this guy dressed like that, so weird?"
"He just walked past me, carrying a creepy and sinister breeze that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up."
"Shh! Quiet down. Maybe this guy is a fugitive. It's better not to provoke him."
Although the airport was very noisy, these whispering comments were still heard clearly by Wuming. However, he had no intention of stooping to the level of these trivial people and headed straight for the exit.
As soon as Wuming walked out of the airport, he noticed he was being sized up. Trusting his instincts, he looked to the left front and sure enough, four or five burly men in black suits and sunglasses were already heading towards him.