The airport in the magic city.
Here, as usual, planes landed and took off, people came and went, and it was extremely busy.
At the exit channel, a middle-aged man, unhurriedly, followed the flow of people out.
Amidst the crowd of rushing passengers, he appeared unhurried.
Looking at him, one would find his face ordinary, yet his entire demeanor was imposing, giving off an aura of natural authority.
Behind him, a man in a suit with a handsome face followed respectfully.
This man in the suit's eyes occasionally scanned the surroundings, searching for suspicious targets, clearly protecting the middle-aged man.
As soon as he walked out of the channel, another burly middle-aged man with a rugged appearance quickly greeted them.
The latter, with a broad smile, said, "Mr. Song, welcome, welcome! Chairman Xu asked me to apologize for not being able to come personally! It's truly a blessing to see you!"
This middle-aged man was Li Tai, another expert by Xu Chong's side.
"Heh heh, it's alright. You're too kind! Actually, you didn't need to pick me up, I could have gone by myself." Mr. Song smiled gently.
After a few pleasantries, Li Tai led Mr. Song towards the nearby parking lot.
Throughout the entire process, the bodyguard trailing Mr. Song remained vigilant.
His eyes were sharp and intimidating, and his silence conveyed immense deterrence.
Even Li Tai, upon seeing this bodyguard, felt a palpable pressure, instinctively wanting to mobilize his own energy to resist.
As far as he knew, Mr. Song had rarely appeared in public in recent years, mostly living in seclusion.
Li Tai had vaguely heard some whispers.
He had emerged from seclusion this time to deal with an enemy and protect someone very important to him.
However, regarding the grievances between them, Li Tai dared not say much, nor was he overly curious.
In fact, even Xu Chong, the former chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, dared not say much, only instructing him to ensure the other party's safety and provide convenience.
Li Tai, along with Mr. Song and his bodyguard, got into a Land Cruiser.
Along the way, he described the scenery and pointed out important landmarks to Mr. Song.
"Don't be so tense, relax," Mr. Song said to Li Tai.
He saw Li Tai sitting there with his shoulders hunched and back straight, not relaxed at all.
"Thank you for your concern, I'm used to it," Li Tai simply smiled.
Seeing this, Mr. Song said no more.
He looked out at the passing trees and buildings, silent for a long time.
He sighed inwardly, this was the price of fame.
Even though he had been in the shadows for so long, those who knew him outside still regarded him with such reverence, perhaps even more so than before. He wondered if this was good or bad.
The car sped along and soon arrived at the designated hotel.
A very high-end hotel, not only famous in the magic city but also renowned throughout East Asia as a super five-star establishment.
The facilities here were extremely luxurious.
Precisely because of its high-end status, it was an ideal place for many, who dreamed of one day patronizing it.
However, what many did not know was that this place also housed a base for the Security Department.
The reason the Security Department set up a base here was because many activities took place within its walls.
Even some criminals would choose places that were not easily accessible to ordinary people.
In other words, they would use disguises, presenting themselves as prominent and influential figures.
Because people generally tend to admire the powerful, they would not easily suspect those in positions of authority or elite individuals.
At the hotel entrance, a woman had already been waiting.
She stood tall and graceful, exuding a hint of a military bearing.
This woman was none other than Mo Ling.
As soon as the Land Cruiser pulled up to the hotel entrance, Mo Ling hurried forward.
She opened the car door and respectfully bowed, "Old leader, you've arrived!"
Of course, it was a common courtesy, not a military salute.
After all, they belonged to the security department, and their identities had to remain confidential; it would not be good if seen by outsiders, especially enemy intelligence personnel.
Looking at Mr. Song, Mo Ling's face was filled with reverence.
It could be said that within the Security Department, Mr. Song was a living legend, respected by many.
Moreover, Mr. Song was Mo Ling's former leader.
Mr. Song smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be here to greet me. It seems Xu Chong has indeed put in some effort."
Mo Ling merely smiled, saying nothing more.
Mr. Song was her old leader, and Xu Chong, as the former chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, had some influence, which was not surprising.
However, there were some things she could not casually say.
Mo Ling took Mr. Song's luggage and walked ahead, leading the way.
The bodyguard behind Mr. Song had now toned down his sharp demeanor, appearing ordinary.
Throughout the process, they maintained silence.
Upon reaching the room, Mo Ling said to Mr. Song, "Old leader, why don't you wash up and rest first? I'll come back later."
Unexpectedly, Mr. Song said, "No need to rush. I have something to ask you. Are you surprised to see me again?"
"Yes, a little," Mo Ling replied.
Mr. Song looked up at the scenery outside the window, and after a long pause, turned back to look at Mo Ling.
"I heard you have a lot of contact with Song Qiao. What do you think of him?"
"Well, Song Qiao, I have indeed interacted with him. He is quite talented, handles matters methodically, and has principles."
"You think highly of him!" Mr. Song's eyes were full of smiles.
"That's a fair assessment. Yes, that's precisely how it is. I've collaborated with him a few times, and it's been quite pleasant." Mo Ling did not hide her relationship with Song Qiao at all.
"I say this not only to you but to others as well," she added after thinking for a moment.
After listening, Mr. Song smiled, "Aren't you curious why I'm asking these questions?"
"You must have your reasons. It's not for me to speculate!" Mo Ling said.
Mr. Song smiled and pointed a finger at her, "You know, you're still as rigorous as before. This caution is excellent; I hope you continue to maintain it."
"Yes, I will definitely heed your teachings!" Mo Ling bowed very solemnly.
Mr. Song continued, "However, I can reveal a little something to you. It's exactly as you might suspect..."
Mo Ling's face showed a hint of interest.
"I'm here primarily for Song Qiao. Song Qiao's current influence and capabilities have already caught the attention of the higher-ups. Some people even intend to make a move against him, which is unacceptable. So, I've come to see who dares to touch him," Mr. Song said, his gaze firm, with a hint of gentleness revealing itself.
Then, he continued, his voice returning to its usual cool tone, "After Song Qiao completes his assessment, I will provide him with some assistance."
Hearing Mr. Song's words, Mo Ling understood. So, Song Qiao's influence had grown to such an extent.
At the same time, she was happy for him.
Although Song Qiao faced increasing dangers, his responsibilities also grew, and the number of people involved with him also increased.
In fact, Mr. Song held back some information. He had another identity: his real name was Song Chengxing.
He was Song Qiao's biological uncle.