Eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Hum..."

In a dull sound, a plane swooped down from the sky, glided down the airport runway, and landed firmly on the ground.

In the suite.

Wu Zhihui stood in front of the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, swept the airport in front of him, and turned to look at the sea in the distance, where the neon lights hanging on the exterior wall next door would flash the night colorfully.

Haojiang is not a big place, much smaller than Xiangjiang, but in this small place

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