On the tarmac of Yulin Fumian Airport.
A sleek Gulfstream G650 business jet slowly taxied into its parking spot, the roar of its engines gradually dying down.
The cabin door opened, and Li Xu, carrying a simple canvas bag on his back, walked down the airstairs.
Following behind him was a shrewd and capable man in his thirties, the guide arranged by the patient's parents—Chen Hui.
Chen Hui had done business in Guangxi in his early years and was extremely familiar with the area.
"Dr. Li, the car has been arranged."
Chen Hui pointed to a black Mercedes commercial vehicle outside the tarmac, his attitude deferential.
Li Xu nodded. He didn't get into the car right away, instead taking in the surrounding scenery.
In the distance, the peaks of the Shiwan Dashan mountain range were faintly visible.
This was Guangxi, the homeland of Agarwood.
The intel had provided the exact coordinates for the Ten Thousand Year Old Agarwood.
