"Of course, please come in."
Yamada gestured towards a side room next to the funeral hall.
In the side room that had become bustling once again, many pairs of eyes glanced over, instantly turning displeased.
"Tch, didn't you leave, Old Turtle? Why are you back?"
"My nephew and Fujimoto are sworn brothers in prison, why shouldn't I have a drink at his funeral? And you, bald-headed kappa, isn't your daughter about to be born? Hurry and get back!"
"I only have two sons, both are eating in prison, where would a daughter come from? Must be you, Old Turtle, who misheard with those deaf ears of yours!"
In less than ten minutes, more than one-third of the people had returned, like some sort of tacit second and third meeting among company staff, after tricking away the irrelevant and tactless, they gathered once more in familiar places.
Indeed, the Huaizhi Gang is reckless and may be on the brink of disaster.
But this doesn't hinder how tempting the Tiger King Group's legacy is!
