For some reason, the scene before him gave Ji Minghuan a sense of déjà vu.
The same sushi bar, the same counter, the same silence, the same number of people.
Last time it was Gu Wenyu, Su Zimai, Ke Qirui;
This time it's Gu Wenyu, Gu Zhuo Case, Gu Qiye.
Only one person remains unchanged, and only one person is always secretly amused, not participating in the intense atmosphere — this is the self-discipline of a top player.
At this moment, a dead silence hung between the three members of the family.
They were totally out of place among the other patrons, as if shrouded in a gray filter, even the Tokyo morning light dimmed slightly upon reaching them.
The customers seated nearby couldn't help but glance over, thinking to themselves what could possibly have made them look so grim and menacing.
Eating sushi, they looked like gangsters coming to collect protection fees.
