Assassination

A week later.

A tall man stood in the corner by the exit of Zurich Airport, seemingly waiting for the return of his lover.

This man had long blond hair, which was slicked back with cream and there was a ghost of a smile flitting at the corner of his mouth, which gave him the air of a medieval British aristocrat.

The girls and ladies who came and went at the airport would inadvertently look over, their gazes attempting to linger on the man's face for a few more seconds.

This was not to blame them. After all, it was human nature to yearn for beauty and this blond man in front of them would score highly in terms of temperament and image.

In the crowd, the blond man with a warm smile swept his eyes past each passenger who had walked out of the airport. Everyone received almost the same gaze and no one received anything extra.

No matter how one looked at it, this blond man must just be waiting for his wife or a friend.