In the late hours, Lama Temple radiated an ethereal tranquility. Nestled within a secluded Zen chamber, concealed from prying eyes, an exquisite woman graced a wicker chair in the courtyard. Her gaze fixed upon the canvas of autumn stars above.

A bald-headed woman emerged, draping a blanket over the lady’s legs with the utmost reverence. “Madam, the Young Master’s plane has taken off.”

“He’s departed?” The stunning woman’s eyes flickered towards the airport, a hint of apprehension playing across her features.

In the distance, points of light waltzed across the night sky, prompting a nostalgic sigh. “I wonder which of those shimmering dots carries Jagoan.

Turning to the elderly lady beside her, she inquired, “Who is accompanying Jagoan? Is Hogan with him?”

This striking woman was none other than Lily, Jagoan’s mother.

the name Joyce Turk. Her loyalty and years of service to Lily

that the Young Master has boarded the plane with Hogan. They are hurtling through the sky at great speed. They are expected to touch down in New

unable to assist him. If Jagoan finds him, I believe he can guide Peter through these challenges.

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the plane carrying

night. He understood that Hogan had accompanied him to New York for

roast goose restaurant,

disembarking, Jagoan turned to Hogan and said, “Uncle, let’s explore Chinatown tonight. Do you know the usual closing hours for your

somewhat surprised by Jagoan’s choice, quickly responded, “Young Master, it might be

store right after landing. If someone with a curious mind catches wind of this, they might mistake it for espionage. Let’s

understood the wisdom in Jagoan’s

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