Chapter 137 Return to Hong Kong Island London, Heathrow Airport. waiting area. As the largest and busiest airport in John Bull, people from all countries and races gather here. Looking around, the crowded places, coupled with the noisy sounds, seemed even more chaotic. Even moving became a luxury. Whether they are white, yellow, or black, they all have it. Some were in a hurry, some were looking at their surroundings curiously, and some were excited, breathing in the fresh air that never sets. Sad partings, unexpected reunions, and friendships forged over the years are all played out here one after another. At this time, two teams of airport security personnel appeared in everyone's sight and forcibly cut a path through the crowd. "Step aside!" “Make way immediately!”
"Everyone, please make way!" The airport security personnel, wearing uniforms and holding shields and wooden batons, shouted at the top of their lungs with extremely serious expressions. Seeing this scene, everyone made way for them. Occasionally, there were some people who were not very smart, but they were taught to move aside obediently by the security guards' batons. Afterwards, the airport security spread out and stood on both sides of the road, with a post every five steps, standing straight like guards, maintaining order at the scene and preventing people from getting close. Looking around, the number of security personnel is definitely over a hundred. A red carpet was also laid in the center of the road, making it look extremely solemn and dignified. "What the hell is going on? Is some important person coming on board?" "That should be the case, otherwise there would be no need to make such a big fuss." "What kind of person could cause the airport to send out security to clear the way?" The sudden scene caused everyone to talk about it, and they said all kinds of things. Some passengers who were not in a hurry simply stood aside, stretched their necks to look forward, and wanted to know with curiosity what kind of big shot could make the airport so attentive. Soon, an old man with a cane, wearing a black cashmere suit and trousers, with graying sideburns and a bowler hat on his head, limped towards this side. Although it didn't look elegant, no one present dared to make a mocking remark. Even, envy and respect were written on everyone's face. Because, on this man's chest, there was a medal representing his status as a marquis. This medal alone is enough to explain everything! "This is a marquis! The highest title of duke, the title on which the sun never sets, is only one level higher than this!" "This is the first time I've seen a living Marquis. No wonder the airport has deployed a large-scale security presence." "Now it makes sense. The Marquis is definitely an important person. It seems that the airport security this time was probably deployed for him."
Everyone was talking at once. The vast majority of people present would never see a noble in their entire lives, let alone a marquis, which was second only to a duke among the noble titles. Some of the passengers who brought cameras quietly raised their cameras and pressed the shutter to capture this rare scene. Just when everyone thought that the alert would be lifted as long as the marquis passed by, they were surprised to find that the old marquis actually stopped and stood in the middle of the road, not taking even one step forward. The next second, the Marquis actually turned around, used his crutches as a fulcrum, and tried to stand as straight as possible. He looked as if he was waiting for someone. "What's going on? This Marquis didn't even move forward. Could it be that he is not the protagonist today?" "Of course not! Isn't a marquis the protagonist? Anyone who is qualified to make a marquis wait must be a duke at least, right?" "That's right! In John Bull these days, the Duke is an absolute big shot, and he can meet the Queen at any time!" "But, if the person he is waiting for is not the Duke, who else is qualified to make a Marquis willingly be a pioneer and stand there waiting!" Everyone was talking at once, discussing various possibilities. The most daring speculation is that the Queen herself will be present. Although it sounds a bit outrageous at first, if you think about it carefully, it is not impossible. Otherwise, how to explain the fact that a marquis of noble status is willing to wait here? At this moment, the operation of the airport terminal almost came to a standstill. Everyone was looking forward to it, craning their necks, trying to see the end of the red carpet. Everyone wants to know what kind of person can have such tremendous power! There were even two black people who tried to use a human ladder to get past the security guards and see further away. Seeing this, a security guard shouted at the black teenager who was riding on the neck of another black man: "Get off immediately, or I will use force to expel you!" They have received news that a big shot is leaving London by plane today, so security must be ensured. I even heard from my superiors that agents from MI5 have already arrived. At this time, if something happens to them, the consequences will be disastrous. Losing your job is probably the lightest punishment you can get. Under such circumstances, the security guards naturally dare not be careless at all. "I just want to see the big shot's face earlier, and I didn't disturb the order. Why do you care about me?" "I was like that when that noble showed up just now. Why didn't you care about me?" "I won't go down today, let's see what you can do to me!" The black boy spoke very arrogantly, his dark face full of disdain, and he even made all kinds of faces, which was full of sarcasm. "Do it!" The security guard had an unpleasant look on his face. He shouted to his companions and smashed the black boy's face with the wooden baton in his hand. "what!" The black man screamed and could no longer keep his balance. He fell to the ground, covering his face. The security guards did not have the rule to stop once they fell to the ground. They clenched their batons and hit the black man on the head. Even the black man who had been used as a human ladder was not spared.
"Don't think that just because Lincoln liberated you, you are clamoring for all kinds of power." "If you dare to cause trouble again, I promise to make you experience the life of your black slave ancestors!" The security guards beat the black people with their hands and never stopped talking, causing both mental and physical harm to the black people. Afterwards, two dying black men were dragged away by the staff like dead dogs. The atmosphere in the waiting hall suddenly became extremely quiet. Everyone followed the arrangements obediently and did not dare to overstep the mark in the slightest. Although everyone seemed to be obedient on the surface, they were even more curious in their hearts. They saw it clearly. When the Marquis appeared just now, the two black men also put up the human ladder, but the security personnel did not take any action. However, before this big shot appeared, the security personnel directly sanctioned the black man. Isn't this clearly stating that the next person to appear is more noble than the Marquis? Just as everyone was thinking this, a young oriental man wearing a black suit, a pure white tie, a retro slicked back hair, deep eyes and handsome looks, slowly walked towards this side. (End of this chapter)