A helicopter stopped right in front of them, the wind from the rotor blades continuously blowing the hair and clothes of Hao Yansen and his companions.
Once the helicopter finally landed, the cabin door was opened respectfully, and a man stepped out slowly.
Hao Yansen's gaze, along with everyone else's, fell upon him.
Everyone could sense his identity.
The master of the Ansheng Group.
They had finally met.
The man stepped out of the helicopter calmly, his gaze behind the sunglasses scanning everything here clearly.
Then his sight fixed on Hao Yansen.
"Is it you?" Hao Yansen also looked at him indifferently, asking calmly.
Even though it was their first meeting, there was an inexplicable familiarity. They had been in conflict for years, and actually, they were already familiar with each other, though it was their first face-to-face encounter.
