487.Chapter 487

The airport hall bustled with people, yet the VIP passage remained eerily quiet, except for two striking figures standing in silence.

Lyra's gaze locked onto the man ahead—the one on the right, dressed in a black coat, who was rolling his suitcase with one hand. A white mask covered most of his face, leaving only a pair of clear eyes visible.

The long black coat framed his tall figure perfectly. U