Jingzhou Airport, at three o’clock in the morning, the entire airport was shrouded in silence.
Due to the weather, the airline had canceled all flights.
Also, it was New Year’s Eve—aside from essential staff on duty, everyone was home, reunited with their families, enjoying the Spring Festival.
The ground control tower received a signal granting permission to fly.
A private helicopter ascended slowly, heading into the distant night sky.
The tower staff watched the tiny dot in the sky flying farther and farther away, unable to suppress a comment to the colleague on night shift nearby, "VL-37, nicknamed Night Falcon, a luxury helicopter designed for the wealthy, starting at a minimum of one hundred million. I wonder which tycoon is sitting in there. I’d love to see them."
"Do you think just having money is enough to arrange a flight like this in the middle of the night?"
Commercial airlines only have the authority to coordinate takeoff. Once the helicopter crosses the national border, it’s no longer under their jurisdiction.
Private helicopters are strictly controlled domestically. To be indulged this way, this isn’t something any ordinary billionaire can accomplish—it’s likely some secretive, powerful figure. That’s beyond what people earning a few thousand yuan per month could concern themselves with.
"The weather is awful tonight; aren’t they afraid of dying? Can’t they wait for better conditions to travel?"
"You fool, anyone who can afford this kind of helicopter must have the most skilled pilots. What even is this weather to them? Let’s stop worrying about billionaires making thirty million a day while we scrape by on three thousand a month."
Their itinerary was confidential. As for where they were flying to and which airport they were landing at abroad, that was entirely out of reach for someone in their social strata.
After ten hours of flight, the helicopter gradually landed in the private tarmac section of Siland International Airport.
Ten hours in the air—by now it was one o’clock in the afternoon in Jingzhou, but with a six-hour time difference between Siland and Jingzhou, it was seven in the morning here. The bright morning light bathed the tarmac, and amidst the floating interplay of shadows, it seemed as if elves were dancing.
Chong Ming had been seated for the entire flight. Despite the luxurious cabin with all amenities, his backside inevitably began to ache. He quickly stood up to stretch and moved toward the cabin door, only to be stunned by the scene outside.
"Oh my goodness."
At the cabin door, a mass of people stood in dense formation.
The first two rows consisted of medical staff carrying stretchers, followed by two rows of bodyguards dressed in black, comprising various ethnicities. At a glance, they were clearly well-trained and highly capable.
Leading them was a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed impeccably in a suit, his hair meticulously styled without a strand out of place. When he smiled, his gleaming white teeth revealed a precise row of eight, disturbingly perfect.
The blonde-haired, blue-eyed young man’s eyes suddenly brightened, and he bowed respectfully. The group behind him promptly followed suit, bowing in unison with such synchronization that Chong Ming was awed.
"You’ve finally returned."
He spoke in Siland Language, one of the world’s top eight international languages—a language Chong Ming was somewhat familiar with.
Startled by the scene, Chong Ming stammered nervously, "No, no, no... please don’t give me such a grand salute; I don’t deserve it..."
A familiar voice sounded from behind him, "Long time no see."
Chong Ming froze and turned around. A girl stepped out of the cabin, and the bright sunlight fell on her. In that moment, she resembled a deity.
Chong Ming’s Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed, "L-L-Leader..."
Shen You’an descended the steps and patted the man’s shoulder, "Aidan, you’ve worked hard during the days I wasn’t here."
The man smiled and replied, "It’s my duty."
Aidan immediately followed up with a question, "How are Madam and Sir?"
"They’re asleep."
Aidan nodded, "Understood. I’ll instruct the medical team to be careful."
With that, Aidan approached the medical team and exchanged a few words. The medical staff, carrying stretchers, systematically entered the cabin.
Chong Ming sidled up to Shen You’an cautiously and asked, "Leader, who are these people to you?"
"You’ll find out one day."
Shen You’an turned toward the expanse of the azure sky, taking a deep breath, "Siland, I’m back."
A long, luxurious RV approached.
The medical personnel carried the sleeping Yu Yisen and Shen Qiunong out of the cabin, placing them gently into the vehicle.
Chong Ming was still marveling at the RV—he had never seen this model before. As he curiously examined it, Shen You’an grabbed his collar and shoved him inside. Shen You’an followed suit, taking her seat, while Aidan climbed into the front passenger seat.
The remaining bodyguards and medical staff each boarded two other vehicles, trailing behind the RV as they left the airport.
The convoy of several cars roared away and vanished into the distance.