Ningchuan Airport.
A person slowly walked out from the airport exit.
The way he walked was steady, and the distance of each step was almost as if it had been measured, extraordinarily precise.
This person wore a short-sleeved T-shirt, and the contour of the muscles on his arms was visually striking. An observant person could easily tell that he was no ordinary man, and not someone to provoke.
He wore glasses, making it impossible to see his eyes, but standing in front of him gave a feeling of being watched, as if someone was seeing through you completely from inside out, making you extremely uncomfortable.
Stranger still, although there were many people at the exit, and it was quite crowded, there was no one around him. It was as if people would rather be cramped together than walk beside him, as if walking with him was a matter of life and death.
Outside the exit, many people held up signs to welcome others.
