Dragging his desolate and heavily wounded body, Hua Xiaotian slipped into an inconspicuous, domestically produced car. His pallid complexion, however, betrayed an inner turmoil that was not just physical but psychological. With trembling hands, he started the engine, slowly releasing the footbrake and pressing the accelerator.
A drama that had left countless onlookers trembling in confusion thus came to a close. Fortunately, no one overheard their conversation; otherwise, it would have sparked a frenzy of discussion. As the main players departed, the crowd of spectators quickly dispersed, and the area outside the airport returned to its usual frantic hustle and bustle.
