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At noon on 1 June, at Walvis Bay International Airport, a luxurious private jet slowly landed on the temporarily prepared runway.

A plain-looking middle-aged man got off the plane slowly under the protection of a bodyguard.

The man was wearing casual summer clothes and a pair of sunglasses that covered most of his face. Although his looks could not be seen, anyone could tell that he was of considerable status, based on the ceremonial treatment he received as well as the aura he exuded.

At this time, beneath the passage, three Rolls-Royce Phantoms had already parked in front of the plane. At the same time, several men in suits stood with their hands behind them, with a young man at their head who also wore sunglasses.

The instant they met, they shook hands with each other and then hugged gently as if they were old friends who were reunited.