The luxurious motorcade left the villa, and Zhang Ziwen, sitting in the back of the car, waved goodbye to Li Sisi standing at the door of the villa. With a heavy heart, he sighed inwardly. Farewell, beloved woman. Farewell, Hong Kong!
First class was very comfortable, and traveling legitimately sure beat sneaking around. As soon as Zhang Ziwen boarded the plane, he reclined his seat to catch up on some sleep. After several hours of flight, the Boeing 777 landed on time in Zhonghai City. With his bodyguards crowding around him, Zhang Ziwen walked out of the airport terminal, refreshed after the short rest; his youthful body was indeed resilient.
Something was up. As soon as they left the terminal, a group of men in suits approached them. Just by watching how they walked, it was clear they were trained. Zhang Ziwen's men were not pushovers. Quickly, the bodyguards surrounding him stepped up, positioning themselves around him in a protective formation, ready to react in an instant.
