A day later.
In the West, M country.
Night.
Ye Wudao and his party of four disembarked from the airplane, breathing in the fresh air.
"The moon overseas isn't as round as in our Dragon Country," joked Yan Donglai with a smile.
"Exactly, nothing beats home!" nodded Li Dagang.
Just then, a fleet of about twenty to thirty black Mercedes S680 sedans arrived, with a black Rolls-Royce leading the pack, drawing the gaze of many onlookers.
"Wonder who the big shot is that's arrived!"
"Such a grand entourage!" Many travelers who saw this envied the display.
About a hundred people got out of the dozens of black cars that stopped in front of Ye Wudao, all dressed in uniform black Armani suits with crew cuts, looking sharp and sporting a purple circular Heavenly Dao Group badge on their chests. Leading them was an old man in traditional Chinese attire, holding up a sign with the three characters for Ye Wudao.
