Lona Island might not be famous domestically, but it's a favorite spot for many foreigners, so there are quite a few people in the airport.
Wang Ran blended into the bustling crowd.
Five yellow-skinned men in black shirts and trousers rushed into the airport behind him, their eyes constantly sweeping over the crowd, trying to catch sight of Wang Ran.
An against-the-stream figure caught their attention.
"Over here!"
They spotted Wang Ran and followed him into the airport bathroom like hyenas on the scent of carrion.
Their faces lit up with glee, for this was a dead end.
The bathroom at Lona Island's airport had only one entrance and exit. Entering it was like a tiny fly hitting a spider's web; there was no escape.
They didn't rush in right away.
First, they played a deafening heavy metal song from their phones, and then they slipped their hands into their jacket pockets.