A private plane stopped on a dedicated runway. Several Asians in stiff suits stepped down from the plane. The man in front wore broad sunglasses, overcoat on shoulder, and walked into the tiger breeze.

Behind the man was a woman, wrapped in leather clothes, her knee-crossing boots wrapped her legs in a long, straight, slender heel and clattered on the cement floor. The black curls hang over the shoulders at will, and there is a beautiful mole on the big red lips.

The woman is handcuffed with a metal box, and as she walks, the metal chains clatter.

Three bodyguards followed closely. Five of them entered the special passageway door....