Three days later, a private jet entered Huaxia from the far reaches of Siberia.
The jet crossed into the northern border, flying over the vast expanses of Northeast, North China, and finally directly above Huibei.
In the luxurious cabin, an imposing middle-aged man nearly two meters tall with a gloomy expression was seated. On his left and behind, two exceptionally enchanting women flanked him, a scene so risqué it could be described as scarcely fit for the eyes.
"Lord Ghost! We've arrived above Huibei, and right below us is Lu City! Should we land?"
The tall man's gloomy face let out a slight hum, seemingly unsatiated as he pushed the woman beside him away, and said coldly, "Your task is complete! Open the cabin door for me!"
"Zzz, zzz!" At the back of the plane, the cabin door opened.
