Forty-six hours ago, Yingzhou.
At 23:05 in Current Circumstances, a light drizzle descended from the sky; outside Kobe·Jinling Street, a car with a Tanbo license plate quietly stopped at the intersection.
The young man in the back opened the door and stepped out, leisurely opening an umbrella.
His slightly immature face, illuminated by distant neon lights as he raised his head.
Ahead at the street corner, two rows of suit-clad men stood without umbrellas, showered by rain, with serious expressions, calling out respectfully as they bowed in greeting.
"Wow, such a grand occasion?"
Wood Cottage whistled, laughing: "Even for a family dinner, is it necessary to be this extravagant?"
Someone stepped down from the passenger seat.
The middle-aged man's appearance was extraordinarily peculiar, dressed in a tracksuit, yet with a crooked Tachi at his waist. His face was unshaven, hair curly and unruly, back hunched, resembling an Old Monkey.
