The rotor speed gradually slowed down, and the huge roar subsided along with it.
The cabin door was opened from the inside.
Everyone disembarked the plane under the protection of their bodyguards.
At this moment, a few people walked out from the largest factory building.
Leading them was Simon, dressed in a well-tailored dark blue suit, yet awkwardly wearing a low-key black soft bulletproof vest over it.
His hair was meticulously groomed, and he carried a professional smile. His gaze swiftly and accurately swept over Song Heping, then Peterovich, finally pausing on Avanti for a moment.
"Welcome to Elbil, gentlemen."
Simon's voice was not loud but clearly cut through the last echoes of the helicopter engine.
"Given the limited conditions, please forgive any lack of hospitality. For the sake of our collective time efficiency and everyone's safety, let's get straight to the point."
Song Heping nodded slightly with a calm expression, as a form of response.
