"…What are you people doing? I'm just a passerby."
Inside a completely surrounded airport corridor, Lin Fan's face was expressionless as he coldly scanned his surroundings. Eventually, he fixed his gaze on the face of a middle-aged warrior striding toward him.
"…By the Old Commander's orders, you are to leave the Imperial Capital immediately and never to return."
Their eyes met, and both the middle-aged warrior and Lin Fan looked momentarily distant. His name was Tie Hao. He had once been the personal aide-de-camp to the Commander of the three hundred thousand Hulin Guard on the front lines of the Northern War Zone. After Mr. Xia Sr. retired and entrusted the position of Commander to Lin Fan, Tie Hao had loyally followed the old man back to the Imperial Capital, becoming the captain of the Xia family's guard.
