Forgive me, Uncle.

Days after, a sleek black car drove to an private airport arriving in a subtle manner. Men in black suits with golden pins on their breast pockets were stationed in strategic positions on ground for defense as they waited for the car to stop.

Four people came down from the car, walking swiftly towards the airplane. It was midday, the scorching sun refracting off their sunshades. Everyone was quiet and alert creating a very serene atmosphere.

Jihai walked very slowly, occasionally looking around as if searching for something. Hisako who was behind him, holding his luggage noticed his behavior and glanced around, before facing him. "Young Master Bai, is there any problem?"

"Nothing." He was a little uncomfortable on his new title but his efforts to rectify it were ignored. He continued to walk when he saw Sumiyoshi's curious stare, catching up with him and Ryōsei.

Sumiyoshi's eyes held a teasing glint as he wrapped his hand around Jihai's shoulders. "Are you afraid?"