Irina emerged from Yanjing International Airport, her face etched with exhaustion. She had only just managed to shake off her pursuers, employing a classic "diversion" tactic in France before boarding a plane bound for Yanjing in Huaxia. Now, she could only hope that those people wouldn't catch up so quickly.
She had offended an ancient family from the British Isles, whose influence, it could be said, spanned the entire globe. If she hadn't been so vigilant, she probably would have been captured by their people by now. Ever since those politicians found out she had crossed that family, one by one, they couldn't wait to distance themselves from her, fearing the consequences would spill over and affect them. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been in such a hurry to seek refuge in Huaxia.
"People from the Dark Night Mercenary Corps? Why haven't they shown up yet?"
