Arriving in Baron, the official in charge of reception from Baron was at the airport holding a sign. Wang Lan's group, possessing personal spatial storage, didn't carry luggage like the others and stopped before Big Beard.
"Hello, I am Fire Phoenix."
"Fire Phoenix, hello. I'm Latin, the head of Baron's police department! Thank you very much for your assistance. The car has been prepared outside the airport."
Wang Lan and his group boarded the car. The scale of the reception showed the importance Baron placed on them. Four luxury cars traveled in a convoy, with traffic police clearing the way, ensuring a smooth, unobstructed journey.
It was no joke. An S-Class independent squad from the International Security Council was on par with visiting foreign dignitaries; how could they not be served with utmost care?
After arranging for Wang Lan's group at the hotel, Latin, the head of Baron's police department, attended to them personally, overseeing all arrangements.
