As they stepped out of the airport, the bustling energy of Hong Kong enveloped the group of weary travelers. Yukie shielded her eyes from the bright city lights, her once shoulder length hair now long enough to flow in the warm breeze. Takamura adjusted the strap of his messenger bag, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, ever vigilant. And then there was Jack, striding confidently ahead, his casual swagger blending seamlessly with the urban backdrop.
"So, Professor Shiva, welcome to Hong Kong," Jack remarked, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, as if the betrayal by Liang and his triads never happened in Xinjiang. "You know, they say the city never sleeps, but after the chaos in Xinjiang, I could use a good night's rest."
The professor, a woman of wisdom etched into the lines of her face, chuckled softly. "I share your sentiment, Jack. I'm grateful for the respite Hong Kong offers, at least for now."