Chapter 49 (1/2)

Zhang Heng was no longer in the mood of staying in the hotel room and train due to what had happened. He went out to buy a pair of gloves, a mask, and a cap before heading to the immigration office.

Conventionally-speaking, getting the visa and passport done would have taken several days at least, but that was no longer the case due to Corona’s involvement. Zhang Heng walked out of the immigration office about three minutes after going inside, with a passport in his hand.

He headed to the Embassy of Japan in Haizhou next and acquired the visa for his flight in just five minutes.

He hailed a cab after getting the procedures done and told the driver to head straight for the Pudong Airport.

There was no direct flight between Haizhou and Kobe, so Zhang Heng chose a flight heading for Osaka instead. After reaching the Kansai International Airport in Osaka from Haizhou, he would only need to take the Limousine Bus to reach Sannomiya in Kobe City.

Zhang Heng headed straight for the ticket machine after reaching the airport.

Such international flights would usually require advanced booking, but that was none of his concern. There was simply no need to concern himself with things like booking plane tickets due to having Corona at his side. The notion of having to do so itself would have been deemed an insult to the abilities of a neural quantum supercomputer.

He simply swiped at the ticket machine and a plane ticket headed for Osaka was printed right there and then.

Corona had successfully hacked into the management system of the airline before Zhang Heng went about doing all of that, deleting someone else’s ticketing information at random, replacing that unlucky person with Zhang Heng instead.

That was not all just yet. After Zhang Heng boarded the flight, Corona would then return that piece of data to how it was, erasing all records of Zhang Heng being on the flight.

A middle-aged man dressed in an airport security uniform sporting a deadpan, serious expression was currently standing at the security checkpoint, watching the passengers going in and out silently.

That middle-aged man was named Wang Biao, and he was the head of security at the airport. He resorted to doing security work after retiring from some kind of special forces, due to not having any other skillsets suitable for other jobs.

Security work was an incredibly dull job, so much so that he began to miss his days of living life on the edge back in the special forces all those years ago. However, he detected a special passenger on that day instead.

That passenger was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, had a height of about 175 centimeters, and had a plain appearance. Regular people wouldn’t have detected anything that was out of the ordinary about him, but in the eyes of Wang Biao, who had undergone multiple life and death situations, was able to see that there was something different with that young man from just one look.

That young man walked with the front of his feet reaching the ground first at all times and his legs maintained a slight curve as he walked. Despite looking very relaxed, the young man was instead keeping himself on high alert all the time. Judging from that young man’s expression, Wang Biao was able to tell that the young man’s walk was not something put up consciously, but an instinct that had been driven into every fiber of his being.

Additionally, Wang Biao was able to sense an extremely lethal air about that young man, which reminded him of the international assassins and terrorists which he faced off against all those years ago, as soon as he ‘smelled’ the air about the young man.

His pupils contracted slightly in reflex, just like how a gundog who had spotted a hare. He was instinctively alerted and pressed at the baton strapped at his waist out of habit.

The sunken eyes of Zhang Heng focused and took a plain look at Wang Biao, as soon as the latter took a hostile stance.

That one look alone made Wang Biao feel a bone-chilling cold running all over him immediately. He felt a threat not unlike that of when he had blades being stuck close to his skin. He was breaking into so much of a cold sweat his back became wet.

“There is no mistaking it! That young man is definitely a world-class, best of the best kind of assassin!” Wang Biao shouted deep down. He was more than capable of holding his own back in his squad and was more than able to beat down three to five average troops without problems. He was so formidable that he had killed seven hostile combatants in some kind of skirmish at the border.

Despite all of that, he nonetheless felt like he was staring at the personification of death right there and then when he looked at the young man. He knew that several signs of threat could have only come from that handful of top-notch world-class fighters and killers.

The sections of his fingers gripping the handle of the baton became white due to having gripped so tightly. He was shuddering slightly all over at the same time. His professional instincts told him to stop and search that young man, yet his survival instincts held him to get back at full force; he knew all too well that if he were to blow that young man’s cover, he would have definitely ended up dead, regardless of if that young man ended up captured or otherwise.

Zhang Heng had made it to the fast track lane when Wang Biao was still shuddering. Zhang Heng handed his passport and plane ticket to the security personnel right beside Wang Biao. The security personnel took only one look before nodding, tearing a section of the ticket and handed it all back to Zhang Heng, who smiled at that other man and didn’t even bother batting an eye on Wang Biao, who was practically drenched in a cold sweat by then, before walking past him.

“Huff…” Wang Biao’s tensed body only relaxed when he saw Zhang Heng disappearing inside the security checkpoint. He wiped the cold sweat off of his brow, feeling lucky that he was able to make it through the encounter alive.