The capital city was a stark contrast to the familiar bustle of their home city. A world of towering skyscrapers, manicured lawns, and an air of exclusivity enveloped them as their private jet touched down. Alex, despite his preparations, felt a surge of apprehension. This was a different world, a realm of power and influence.
Wu Xiufan, ever the composed leader, stepped out of the jet with an air of quiet authority. Alex followed, his heart pounding in his chest. Their arrival was met with a flurry of activity, a team of assistants and bodyguards swarming around them.
The next few days were a blur of social engagements. Alex found himself navigating a world of glittering parties, endless receptions, and superficial conversations. He was a fish out of water, but he adapted quickly, his training kicking in. He learned to smile, to make small talk, and to observe without being observed.
