A black sedan was parked on the highway not far from the cemetery.
Several burly men sporting jackets and vests with tattoos bearing the word "immortal" on their arms stood beside the car.
When they saw the man in the black mask descending from the mountain, one of them, with dyed golden hair and a cigarette in his mouth, lifted his eyebrows, "Dr. P, you're finally back. I thought you took the chance to run off."
Dr. P glanced at him indifferently, his slightly husky and muffled voice coming through the mask, "What, you can't even wait ten minutes?"
The man with golden hair flicked the ash off his cigarette, grinning, "I was just worried you'd run off. After all, Daxia is your homeland. If you took the opportunity to run away, we couldn't explain it to the BOSS."
Dr. P snorted coldly, "My daughter is in his grasp, where could I possibly run to?"
