Outside Ming city's airport, there was also a luxurious fleet of cars prepared by the Americans waiting to pick him up and take him to you city.
The long journey was a little uncomfortable for Carlton, and he fell asleep groggily in the car.
He didn't know how long it had been before he suddenly woke up because he felt a comfortable feeling, as if the hair follicles on his skin had relaxed.
When he woke up, he felt an especially fresh air. The quality of the air made him a little addicted.
He had never experienced such a feeling in America.
"Mr. Carlton, they said that we'll be arriving at you city soon," the Secretary said hurriedly.
"We're reaching you city?" "is this the effect of the purification grass?" carlton asked.
although he was sick, he still knew about some major international events, especially the purification grass. he knew how magical it was.