New Mexico, Colonia City Airport.
Fang Zhen, Li Zoyi, and Ke Liangjie disembarked from the plane.
The place wasn't too far from Houston. The flight took less than two hours, and by the time they arrived, night had already fallen.
The airport was located northwest of Colonia, still dozens of kilometers from the city proper. Ke Liangjie had made arrangements; as soon as they landed, he rented an American muscle car and they set off into the night.
Driving at night, especially in a place like Colonia—surrounded by a desolate desert that looked perfect for a wilderness ambush—required some nerve.
This was especially true for an outsider like Fang Zhen on his first trip to Colonia; it took real courage.
Most people in this situation, unless they were fearless out of sheer ignorance, would have started to worry by now.
Fang Zhen, however, seemed quite at ease.
"I didn't realize you were so brave," Li Zoyi, who was sitting in the back seat, suddenly said.
