At Yanjing International Airport, more than a dozen cars have been waiting for quite a while, all specially arranged by Zhuge Jianguo.
One by one, a mix of different people descends from the plane.
If someone were observant, they would surely notice that this group, though seemingly unfamiliar with each other, subtly revolves around two individuals.
One is lean, with sickly pale skin, and occasionally a flicker of shrewdness flashes in the deep-set eyes, sending chills down the spine.
The other is broad-shouldered, with a gaze forcefully restrained from ferocity; appearing casual, yet faintly exuding an undeniable air of authority.
These two, if they appeared on the streets of Huadu, would be revered like gods, inspiring immense fear.
Because one is called Bai Gu, the other Dog King.
