It was nine in the evening at the Wolsing International Airport.

A luxury business jet bearing the flag of a particular nation quietly stopped in the corner of the airport without attracting any attention.

The door opened and a group of men slowly disembarked from the jet.

Leading them was a male islander with a slightly pale face.

His facial features were all quite comely. He could even be considered quite handsome. He looked similar to a famous celebrity from his country.

Other than being handsome, he also carried the same cold aura borne by the nobility from the island nations. One look was enough to make people feel uncomfortable.

There were several men and women clad in robes behind him, their expressions cold.

The robes they wore were all of different colors, representing the five classical elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

When it came to this, the islanders had mastered a majority of the knowledge they obtained from Country H.

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