The plane landed at the airport of Boyaca Port in Colombia.
Tang Long and Berni, disregarding the fatigue of the journey, quickly took a taxi and headed towards the slum of Gualin's hometown.
Although calling it a taxi, the Corolla from the late 90s felt no different from riding a rickety motor tricycle.
Leaving the airport, the city's landscape gradually turned desolate.
Low and simple houses lined the streets, graffiti filled the walls, vibrant yet strangely oppressive.
"I doubt we can find him without any contact information," Berni said worriedly.
Over the past two years, Gualin severed all contacts with the outside world.
No one knew his exact phone number.
Berni hadn't seen this former Inter teammate for a long time, occasionally hearing of Gualin's decadent life from South American friends.
"We definitely can," Tang Long said firmly, "Gualin is a Colombian star. As long as he's in his hometown, we can find him."
