After more than four hours of flying, the plane slowly landed at Wuxu International Airport in Yongcheng, Guixi Province, at night.
The little ones were fully armed, wearing duckbill caps and masks as they walked out of the airport.
The night provided them with a layer of protection, but when they were hailing a taxi, the sudden thunderstorm caught them off guard.
Gu Shi'an was a big man, so naturally he sat in the taxi's front passenger seat, while Jiang Xiao and the others sat in the back. They were nearly drenched like drowned rats.
Jiang Xiao and Xia Yan, these two "rain gods," could summon heavy rain, but they couldn't make it go away.
Of course, in daily life, Star Warriors weren't allowed to interfere with phenomena like this. If an accident really occurred, Star Warriors from the relevant departments would handle it. None of this was something Jiang Xiao needed to worry about.
But even the rain shower hadn't brought much coolness. At night, Yongcheng's temperature in early August still hovered near thirty degrees Celsius.
"Hot to death. Whew." Xia Yan squeezed into the car, using one hand as a little fan. She removed her mask and fanned her face, her body still dripping wet. The sight was rather peculiar.
Maybe young people simply had too much fire in them. Up front, Gu Shi'an and the driver were saying something to each other, while the trio in the back was completely bewildered.
As the car slowly started moving, the two chatted for a while. Jiang Xiao couldn't help tapping the front passenger seat and asking, "Brother, you're not speaking Cantonese, are you?"
The more Jiang Xiao listened, the more something seemed off. Within his narrow understanding, he had always believed that people from Nanyue Province and Xianggang spoke