At two o'clock in the afternoon, the flight carrying Ling Chen finally arrived at East Sea International Airport.
Stepping out of the airport, Qiu Yong and the others went straight back to their accommodations to pack their luggage, ready to leave. Ling Chen had wanted to see them off, but Qiu Yong said that there would be plenty of opportunities in the future, and as they were all easy-going people, there was no need for such formalities.
After seeing Qiu Yong and his group off in a taxi, Ling Chen patted Hu Fei on the shoulder and said, "Fatty, I owe you big time for this, thanks!"
Ling Chen's thank you was heartfelt; if it weren't for Hu Fei's timely arrival, he would have been buried at sea by now.
"Alright! No need for thanks, just remember what I've done for you."
"Right!" Ling Chen switched topics, asking, "What's going on with that Secret Society situation, any results yet?"
