"Hello, I need a ticket for the fastest flight to the Imperial Capital."
Not long after, Lin Fan arrived at Haicheng International Airport. He stood at the ticket counter and glanced up at the flight information on the large screen.
"Certainly, sir. The soonest flight is at 2:50 AM. Here is your ticket. Please keep it safe." After a few clicks on her computer, the pleasant-looking customer service agent handed the ticket and documents to Lin Fan.
"Thank you." Lin Fan nodded, took his things, and walked alone into the waiting hall.
He had declined Yuan Youwei's kind offer to use the Yuan family's private jet, choosing instead to travel to the Imperial Capital discreetly. Firstly, he was afraid of alerting his enemies. Secondly, he didn't want his trip to be too closely associated with the Yuan family. After all, what he was about to do could very well be a path of no return.
