By the time he disembarked from the plane, it was already evening.
In front of the airport.
About ten Rolls-Royce Phantoms were waiting.
Dozens of black-clad bodyguards surrounded the cold and indifferent Du Wei as he walked out of the airport terminal.
Someone immediately stepped forward to open the car door for him.
After more than six hours.
He had finally disembarked from the plane.
The complexity of feelings Du Wei experienced during that time was indescribable.
He was very cold now.
His aura was chillingly cold, giving off a feeling of complete unapproachability.
Soon.
The vehicles began to move.
Du Wei sat in the back seat, resting with his eyes closed.
In his pocket, the envelope concealed all traces of its aura, and Du Wei's current state instilled innate fear in it, daring not to make a move.
But on the paper, a line of text surfaced.
