Qingzhou is in the north, and winter always comes a bit earlier than in other places.
On an early November evening, the sky was already growing dark. The cold wind, carrying the first snow, ravaged the entire city.
A plane arriving from Jingzhou slowly landed on the tarmac.
A youth wrapped entirely in black, a black backpack slung over one shoulder, made a low-key appearance at the exit.
Although he was dressed in unassuming black from head to toe, his tall, lean frame and cold, enigmatic aura still drew more than a few sidelong glances.
But with his baseball cap, mask, and sunglasses covering his face, plus the hood of his black coat pulled up, it was impossible to see his true features, which only made him seem even more unfathomably mysterious.
The youth quickly left the airport and got into a black sedan that had been waiting by the roadside for a long time.
The car drove onto the overpass, merged into the main road, and soon disappeared into the sea of traffic.
