The wide-body jet touched down on the snowy runway of Yanjing Capital Airport and taxied toward the VIP apron.
Before the forward cabin door even hissed open, the roar of twenty V12 engines echoed across the frozen concrete.
Twenty gleaming black Rolls-Royce Phantoms tore through the VIP service lane in a double-wedge formation. Their tires kicked up dirty gray slush as they slammed on their brakes, forming a solid steel wall around the bottom of the motorized airstair and sealing off the adjacent red-cross helipad.
The rear economy hatch popped open first. Murong Xue stumbled down the rear stairs without her mink shawl, her hair messy from forty minutes of vibrating beside the economy lavatory.
“Fei’er!” Murong Xue wailed, tottering across the ice in her high heels and throwing herself against the hood of the lead Rolls-Royce.
The rear door of the lead Phantom swung open.
Out stepped a tall young man in a white fox-fur overcoat with diamond-studded cufflinks. He held a lit Cuban cigar between two fingers and looked up at the aircraft with cold, narrow eyes.
As Lin Mo walked out onto the top platform of the forward airstair with Su Wan and Grandma Chen behind him, his [Pure-Heart Eye Lv.3] locked onto the young man below.
