Greetings, Supreme Ye!

At the Yang City International Airport, dozens of people with thick auras stood at the exit! They stared at the terminal with serious expressions, afraid to miss a single detail.

Such a huge lineup naturally attracted the attention of many passersby.

When they saw the long line of cars parked by the road, they could not help but shiver.

Luxury cars!

They were all luxury cars!

There were over a hundred of them!

Countless people clicked their tongues, "Who is arriving exactly that caused such a huge commotion? Even the President of the United States wouldn't be so much."

Facing the gazes of the passers-by, Yan Nanfei, who had a mustache, said in a deep voice, "Old Han, are you sure that Supreme Ye will be on the 8:30 a.m. flight?"

Han Qinhu, who was dressed in a Chinese tunic suit, nodded slightly, "That's what Dragon Soul told me. It should be true!"