The Alaska Honor Award event was an annual high-end gathering in Alaska where elites from all walks of life would come together to network.
Having arranged to meet Frank, Feng Mountain bid farewell to the others and piloted the Carnation to Anchorage alone.
The Susitna River was very close to Anchorage, only about 50 kilometers away.
In less than half an hour, the Carnation landed at a small airfield, guided by its navigation system.
Feng Mountain deftly jumped out of the cabin. The moment he landed, his gaze was drawn to some movement beside the runway.
A black pickup truck was parked there silently.
Bathed in the brilliant sunlight, its body gleamed with a dark luster that exuded an understated luxury, as if silently proclaiming its exceptional quality.
BEEP BEEP!!
The pickup truck honked its horn several times, the loud sound echoing across the small, empty airfield.
Immediately after, Frank, wearing a pair of sunglasses, stepped coolly out of the passenger seat.
