At the arrivals gate of the airport.
Quite a few people were crowded around the exit, waiting to pick up travelers.
Off to one side, a group of people stood out. This group consisted of eight men, all dressed in black tunic suits, their expressions solemn. Each man's hair was immaculately combed, and they stood like a squad of strictly trained operatives. Even their auras seemed subtly connected, intertwining as if they were a single entity.
Seeing this group standing by the gate, the crowd began to murmur. Even a fool could tell they were there to pick someone up. But they wondered what kind of person could warrant such an entourage. Although there were only eight of them, they gave off the presence of eighty men.
The crowd instinctively gave the group a wide berth, afraid of getting too close. Then, everyone's gazes turned toward the exit. Besides waiting for the people they had come to meet, they were also curious to see who this group was there to receive.
