The next day at dawn, Li Qingming, Lin Huan, Shen Jian, Irina, and the whole security team boarded the special flight to the Northern Territory.
Anton had already taken an earlier flight, while Jian Fei insisted on staying at the Academy of Sciences, not wishing to add to the chaos.
Irina accompanied him as Li Qingming's personal assistant. Over the past two years, Li Qingming had passed all necessary and unnecessary wrangling with authorities and the outside world to her, though the two seldom met in person, mostly communicating remotely. In fact, Irina spent more time rushing between various departments, resembling more a public relations manager and a proxy lawyer.
Even seated on the same plane, they had little to talk about and soon fell asleep.
In the morning, when Li Qingming awoke, endless forests and snowfields stretched beneath the windows.
The eternally frozen tundra, this is the truth of the Northern Border Country.
