Three days later, Zhao Yao took a flight to the poorest country in Europe.
According to the intelligence on his cell phone, the headquarters of the Double-headed Vulture were located here.
When he exited the airport, he saw dilapidated streets, old buses, golden-haired and blue-eyed Europeans and their curious gazes. He shrugged his shoulders and waited for his tour guide to fetch him.
A short-haired lady with yellow skin and dark eyes walked over. She stood out from the crowd, so Zhao Yao spotted her immediately. She looked exactly like her photograph—Large eyes, short hair, egg-shaped face and a little short.
The lady waved and ran over to Zhao Yao. "Greetings, are you Mister Zhao Yao?"
"Yes, that is me." Zhao Yao extended his hand and said, "Are you the student Lin Wanqian?"