Jiangzhou Airport.
A middle-aged man with an expression so stern it made one instinctively want to keep their distance walked briskly out of the airport.
"Director Lin!"
As the middle-aged man exited, the door to a Red Flag car was swiftly pushed open, and three stern-faced men strode toward him.
"What's the situation?" the middle-aged man asked coldly, ducking into the car.
"Director Lin, you were right! There are indeed four more groups that have infiltrated Jiangzhou! We've identified Superpower Users, Onmyoji, Werewolves, and Vampires!" one of the men reported, lowering his head awkwardly.
"Damn it!"
SMACK!
The middle-aged man's hand swept across the back of the front passenger seat. In an instant, the swipe shredded the seat, sending fabric and stuffing flying.
"What the hell are you bastards paid to do?! Huh?! Where is the head of Southern China? Get him here, right now!" the middle-aged man roared.
