Gao Yang already knew the name of the old man leaning on the car window; his name was Rostotsky, a gentlemanly and charming old man despite his age, yet he always inadvertently displayed a hint of loneliness.
Rostotsky didn't leave immediately; he stayed by the window, whispering, "We need to gather before going in, and keeping silent throughout is quite difficult."
Yarebin waved his hand and whispered, "Go ahead."
Rostotsky nodded, then stood up to leave. After a few steps, he took off the hat on his head and waved his hand as if unintentionally.
Walking to a car, Rostotsky opened the door, threw his hat inside, and then Gao Yang saw just like at Ling Chen, old men started coming out one by one.
After turning off the car, Gao Yang whispered to Yarebin, "What should we do?"
Yarebin shrugged, saying, "This might turn into a tough fight, so just watch. We'll leave once they finish their business."
Gao Yang whispered, "Uh, I want to help."
