บท 1678: Ye Zhizhou Returned Home, and the Storm Rose Again

Three days later, at the Imperial Capital International Airport...

Ye Zhizhou, dressed in a flamboyant yet hip suit, followed the crowd slowly out of the airport.

A pair of black headphones was hanging around his neck.

The white skulls on both sides of the headphones were particularly eye-catching.

He was wearing a baseball cap. He lowered the brim of his cap to cover most of his face.

"Hello. May I ask where you're going?"

Ye Zhizhou didn't want to talk to a stranger, so he reached out and handed the address to the taxi driver.

The taxi driver looked at the address and said with a smile, "Please fasten your seat belt. We're leaving."

Sitting in the car, Ye Zhizhou looked at the scenery outside the window.

He was no stranger to the Imperial Capital.

At least, it was not as strange as he thought.

He had been studying the relevant information of the Imperial Capital over the years.