At the international airport in California. Passengers flying to China were waiting in line for the security checkpoint, and behind that long line stood a very tall old man with white hair and a cane in his hands.
"Sir, did you also travel to China?" The white American standing in the front row may have met his compatriots, so he greeted him friendly.
The old man nodded, coughed lightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "While I can go now, I will look around."
"Yes! But old man, you have chosen the right place. China is a beautiful place and you will love it."
Listening to the white man's endless praise of China, what the old man didn't say was just a smile in accordance with the atmosphere, but his wrinkled face was a little absent-minded.
After a while, it was his turn to enter the security checkpoint. The security inspector took the old man’s ID card and carefully compared it with the real person in front of him. Then he noticed the old man’s left hand, which lacked two fingers, and asked suspiciously, “Yours. How did the hand hurt?"
The old man smiled calmly and said, "There was a car accident not long ago. Fortunately, God's blessing! Let me save my life."
The lack of fingers looks like the new wound has just healed, and it is quite in line with what the old man said. Therefore, the security inspector didn't care much about picking up the stamp and stamping a stamp on his ticket and passport.
"Next!"
The old man successfully entered the terminal, he found a seat by the window. Behind him sits a man with long hair wearing a hat, and he looks like an ordinary passenger with a newspaper in his hand.
"Unexpectedly, you weren't dead." The old man's eyes were paying attention to the surroundings, but he said to the man behind him in a low voice.
"That's really my honor." The corner of the man's lips twitched and smiled.
"Let's talk about it, you worked hard to find the purpose for me." The old man's somber tone at this time did not look as old as his appearance.
"The girl you've been looking for is now in this country."
The old man's pupils tightened, and then a terrifying cold light burst into the blue pupils, "It is so, why should I go to China!"
He seemed to notice that he was following the way of the man behind him.
"Don't you want revenge? Our goals are the same, why can't we join hands." The man smiled, and when he saw someone passing by, he pretended to be innocent and flipped the newspaper in his hand.
"Don't think I don't know what kind of person you are. I won't believe that you are thinking about your old feelings and want to help me!" The old man's eyes sank.
"People will become, if you really don't want to, then what are you doing here."
The man's words made the old man speechless.
After a long time, he put aside his impatience and whispered: "What do you want to do?"
"In any case, I will contact you when I get there. You should take this first. After all, it is still needed for you now." As he said, the man handed the heavy book beside him to the old man, and he stretched out his hand. After taking it, when curiosity opened the book, his pupils shrank, because the inside of the book was hollow, but contained a thick pile of dollars.
"Then see you in China! I wish you a pleasant trip, BOSS." After speaking, the man lowered the octagonal hat on his head and stood up. At this time, all the people who saw the face under his hat were taken by his handsome appearance. Attracted the eyes, many young girls even blushed involuntarily. Until the man walked away, those people reluctantly withdrew their gaze.