C509 Thirteen Tycoons

Jiang Yan had been waiting in the airport lobby for over thirty minutes when he spotted a group of Chinese people entering the terminal. Leading the pack was a man of imposing stature with a crew cut, his muscular arms bared—one inked with a dragon, the other with a tiger.

"Get that sign up, now!" he barked.

At his command, the men behind him hoisted up signs