When over a thousand planes swept overhead.
The entire Capital City was stunned.
A feeling that the sky was falling arose unbidden.
Heavyweights from across the land descended from the sky like raindrops.
Yet inside one large passenger plane, the atmosphere was exceedingly strange.
In the spacious cabin, two men sat facing each other.
One had graying hair and looked to be in his forties, engrossed in a book he held.
The man opposite him wore a Zhongshan Suit. Had Old Ninth seen him, he would surely have cried out.
Guan Ming.
The Old Man's adopted son.
The head of the First War Zone's Intelligence Department.
And traveling with him was the Security Department's second-in-command, the successor to the heavyweight Yang Huaimin.
Neither had taken part in scattering the chess pieces, nor had they opened the cabin door.
"Sir Yan, we're here."
Guan Ming looked down through the window with a hint of a smile.
Outside the palace gates were three formations, one consisting of Old Ninth and Little White Tiger guarding three thousand powerful figures from Kou Island.
Another consisted of Fourth War Zone soldiers, and the last of the heavyweights from various quarters who had come to witness the ceremony.
"Don't make fun of me," Minister Yan, the Security Department's second-in-command, coughed lightly and shook his head helplessly. "I was ordered to invite Old Sun back for questioning, not to make trouble for myself."
"If I went down now, never mind anyone else, those two blades your old man raised would skin me alive."
Below were Lei Zis, soldiers, and heavyweights from all corners of the underworld.
With a gathering like this, who would dare arrest Commander Sun?
"Not arresting him anymore?"
Guan Ming teased.
"Old Sun has already raised the curtain. It wouldn't be right not to