While Chen Yang and the people of Wu Miao were dining, a plane from Zhonghai to Dong'an landed, many of its passengers had started their journey in America's Los Angeles, before transiting in Zhonghai.
Among them was a group of more than thirty people, all of them with a formidable presence, robust physiques, looking every bit the part of military personnel.
In fact, they were indeed military personnel, retired members of the American SEALs.
And the one leading them was a woman, none other than Irene who had met with Chen Yang in Los Angeles.
Irene, clad in a leather jacket and pants, strode forward, none of the coquettish demeanor she had when receiving Chen Yang was present, looking entirely like a ruthless female assassin.
After leaving the terminal building, ten Mercedes cars picked them up.
On the car, Irene gave orders through a walkie-talkie, commands being issued one after another.
