612 The Uncrowned King

Haojiang Airport.

From the lower floors, Yu Guangrong, who had gradually climbed up the tide, looked up at the clear blue sky.

Behind him,

a group of burly men in black suits stood with their hands behind their backs.

The atmosphere was silent, tense, and oppressive.

The black luxury car fleet gave off a blockbuster vibe, more exaggeratedly, the license plates were even consecutive numbers!

In the sky, a small dot appeared, which gradually approached.

Yu Guangrong slightly squinted his eyes.

The snow-white Gulfstream G700, descending from Gangcheng rather than the inland, lowered its altitude and smoothly landed on the runway, rolling for a distance before stopping.

The cabin opened.

The staircase was lowered.

Yu Guangrong, with a beaming smile, went to greet them.

"Mr. Song, young master Guo, welcome to Haojiang."

From the elite private jet came a group of people, at the core of whom was Song Chaoge, wearing simple and unadorned black-framed glasses.