The three of them walked into the living room, their arms full of food.
Feng Shan noticed the coffee table had been cleaned spotless, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of delight. 'It's just as Yves said,' he thought. 'They just don't know how to express themselves.'
After setting down the food, Feng Jun nosily sized up the group.
'No matter how I look at them, they don't seem like decent people. Would a decent person have a scar that long on their face? And that towering guy next to Brother Shan... he looks so menacing, and his gaze is like a dagger.'
Feng Jun suddenly recalled a news report from a few days ago. A bank in Anchorage had been robbed, and the culprits had fled north.
'Ordering takeout, not staying in a hotel, and they look so menacing!'
'The report said it was a mix of men and women, all of them desperate and vicious.'
'Holy shit, it all fits.'
'Could Brother Shan be in... that line of work?'
