When the plane landed at Manchester Airport.
Lu Junzhuo stepped off the plane and felt the city's slightly damp, chilly air.
Compared to Antarctica, this city might as well have enjoyed spring all year round.
Not long after leaving the airport and taking a taxi back into the city, Lu Junzhuo saw a group of fans holding up photos of a bald man, with a red X drawn across his face, shouting as they marched, "Ten Hag! Get out!"
"Holy shit, these idiots are making trouble again."
The driver was a middle-aged Brit, and the fans' racket visibly annoyed him.
"Shouldn't they be? I heard Manchester United's new coach isn't very good."
Lu Junzhuo's greatest hobby was watching football. Even in Antarctica, he watched it often.
"Fuck, there are plenty of problems inside the team's locker room that need fixing. Their poor results are only temporary. I think Coach Ten Hag should be given at least three years. In three years, he'll definitely build a great team."
The driver spoke with conviction.
"That actually makes some sense. You're a Manchester United fan?"
"No, I'm a Liverpool fan."
"..."
Lu Junzhuo's mouth twitched. These scheming fans of the rival team.
Once the taxi reached its destination, Lu Junzhuo took out several banknotes and handed them to the driver with a smile. "I'm a Manchester City fan too. I support Ten Hag as well."
The driver gave him a knowing smile, accepted the money, and said, "May God bless you."
After getting out, Lu Junzhuo walked alone down a path lit by dim yellow streetlights. His figure ghosted around one surveillance camera after another as he easily slipped into a luxurious manor.
For a top assassin from the Dragon Soul Organization, this was nothing more than basic training.
Besides, after following behind