The plane touched down in Tokyo under a sky bruised with storm clouds, the rumble of engines fading into the hum of a city that never slept. Feng Ruoxi stepped onto the tarmac, her black coat billowing in the sharp wind, eyes narrowed against the faint mist curling through the air. Behind her, Jiang Yukang adjusted his cufflinks with a calm that belied the storm brewing in his gaze, while Xiao Zheng slung a duffel bag over his shoulder, his smirk masking the alertness in his every step.
They were here for one reason: Liang Shuren.
