The two black men are from the underworld, specializing in arms deals; they can be said to commit all sorts of evil deeds.
"Mr. K, do you have a plan?"
The man called Mr. K had many small braids on his head.
"They look like they're going for lunch, let's send them a good drink."
"Yeah, that's a good idea. In a bit, that pretty little lady will be ours."
In the hotel, the head chef is on their side, and it's all too easy to tamper with someone's food.
As for that oriental man, he's quite well-built and always wears sunglasses.
Maybe he's just an embroidered pillow, all show and no substance.
The two black men didn't pay him any mind at all.
Zhuo Junyue led Su Ningyan to dine in the private room with the best view.
The private room had floor-to-ceiling windows open to the scenery outside.
The waiter quickly came in. This is a five-star hotel, very expensive, and naturally the service is top-notch.
