The taxi slows to a stop right in front of the gym entrance. Kenta pays the driver, pushes the door open, and steps out onto the sidewalk.
Then he sees them immediately. Two massive men standing near the entrance like statues in black jackets, arms folded in front of them, their size alone enough to make people unconsciously keep distance while passing by.
Kenta recognizes them at once. He saw those same men after his meeting with Jackson Rhodes at the Peninsula Tokyo two nights ago. Just from that alone, Kenta already understands why Nakahara suddenly called him here.
One of the bodyguards glances toward him briefly, expression unreadable, before looking away again like Kenta is already expected.
Kenta exhales quietly before walking past them and entering the gym.
"Morning…"
He greets after stepping inside, though the uncertainty in his voice is obvious. The bruises from Manila still linger across his face, faint discoloration that hasn't completely disappeared yet.
