The cabin door opened, and the airstair descended.
From the Lamborghini, a group of bodyguards clad in black suits stepped forward—trained and poised, they stood on both sides of the airstair, hands crossed behind their backs, respectfully greeting the person descending from the airplane: "Elder Master!"
The tall, stern-faced elder descended from the plane, leaning on a mahogany cane, evidently having rushed to S Country.
He was supported by the European butler at his side.
George had received news of Huo Tianpei's arrival in S Country earlier that morning and had driven ahead with the Boss to pick up the elder master. He now stepped forward:
"Elder Master, you've only recently recovered from your illness, why have you suddenly come here? Is there an issue with the group?"
Huo Zhenyang's eyes narrowed, his expression remained unfazed; yet a premonition stirred within him—he sensed the elder master hadn't come for business-related matters.
