The private jet descended smoothly onto the tarmac, the door unlatched, and the metal staircase lowered. From within the jet, Kai Blackwood stepped out.
He wore a brown trench coat, its hem swaying slightly with the wind, and his long hair was slightly tousled. Behind him was Secretary Wen, who followed him quietly.
Waiting just outside was a row of men, bulky and some with faces crisscrossed with scars, dressed in black suits. Taking sight of Kai, they bowed in unison. "Welcome back, Young Master."
Kai barely acknowledged them, his eyes sweeping across the parked convoy ahead. At the center stood a sleek, black Rolls-Royce Phantom, and just behind it was an entourage of black sedans lined up, forming a perfect procession.
A chauffeur stepped forward, opening the car door. Without a word, Kai slid into the backseat onto the plush leather seat. The other men wordlessly entered their designated vehicles and smoothly pulled away from the runway.
