The next day, the moonlight over London City was bright, the stars splendid, and the neon lights shimmered in harmony with the celestial glow, offering a picturesque view.
At this moment, on the top floor of the London Shard Building, Lu Yu was dressed in a black suit, seated in front of a dining table adorned with flickering candlelights. Before him lay a succulent, juicy steak with side dishes, enough to stir anyone's appetite.
Yet, confronted with such a fine meal, Lu Yu remained unmoved. He leisurely picked up his glass of red wine, swirling it gently, exuding a relaxed demeanor.
Typically, in such situations, Lu Yu would indulge heartily, maximizing the enjoyment and never wasting any of the ingredients.
But Lu Yu's current restraint was due to the presence of a person sitting opposite him.
This individual was dressed opulently, wearing a black hat with a wide brim obscuring their face, projecting a cautious, deliberately concealed appearance.
