Three o'clock in the morning.
Five cars drove out of the estate, heading to the airport.
At the airport, a private jet was already waiting early.
Five Bentley Bentaygas of the same color drove uniformly under the plane, maintaining a uniform straight line with fifty meters distance between each other, and stopped.
Once the cars stopped, the drivers immediately got out, skillfully opened the car doors, and held onto the door frames to prevent the people inside from bumping their heads as they exited.
Purple Cultivator was the first to get out of the car, dressed in a black formal suit with a bow tie, his white collar highlighting his business demeanor.
The leather business shoes lightly tapped on the ground, making a faint sound. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, swept over the surroundings. After confirming the safety of the situation, he nodded slowly to the others, signaling them.
The others also began to disembark.
