Black Continent, Tanzania.
A group of men in neat black suits walked out of Arusha Airport, drawing countless stares and frightened retreats.
This was not just because of their solemn attire, but also because of the few people they surrounded at the front.
Leading them in the middle was a young man with an Asian face. The locals had some difficulty distinguishing Asian faces, so they could not tell whether he was handsome, but his full 1.9-meter height and muscular build made him stand out even on the Black Continent.
That alone might have been tolerable, but the men flanking the young leader were even more terrifying.
On either side of him stood a terrifying giant at least two and a half meters tall, their bulging muscles stretching even their specially made, oversized suits taut. Every movement exerted a pressure that made people's hearts tremble.
In fact, those two were not the only giants in the group. Another brought up the rear, constantly scanning their surroundings for threats.
Even the other members of the group looked well trained, and their obviously tight defensive formation made it abundantly clear that these were no ordinary people, nor anyone to be trifled with.
"My God, what were those? Giants out of mythology?"
"I feel like he could kill a cow with one punch."
Everyone at the airport watched in a deathly silence, as though they had stopped breathing, as the group boarded the convoy already waiting outside. Only after the last vehicle had vanished completely from sight did a little noise finally return to the airport.
Well, there had not really been much bustle to begin with.
The Black Continent was notoriously poor. In a backwater like Arusha, you could see lions and elephants baring their teeth as soon as you left town.