Tokyo, Shinjuku 1-chome.
Nanfeng Hotel was just a small inn situated beside a major road. It looked somewhat aged, its signboard no longer illuminated, rendering it unremarkable.
The room 308 on the third floor was filled with smoke, and to an outsider, it might seem like the Heavenly Court. The ashtray on the table was overflowing with cigarette butts as two men continued to smoke, sitting on the sofa.
One man was slightly older, seemingly over forty.
The other was younger, probably in his twenties.
"Uncle, what do you say?" The younger man, speaking fluent Chinese, addressed the older man as he extinguished his cigarette and lit another.
