Gao Family Trading Company! (Happy Dragon Boat Festival to everyone)

Chinatown.

Rorschach, now dressed in a white chef's uniform.

Carrying two heavy takeout containers.

Weaved through the dense crowds.

Arrived before an antique-style building with carved beams and painted rafters at its entrance.

This was the headquarters of the Gao Family Trading Company.

Perhaps because the company was holding an important meeting today.

Even at the entrance stood a tall, thin man in sunglasses, constantly blocking some tourists and passersby who wandered in by mistake.

Rorschach, delivering the food, wore a professional smile on his face.

He walked up to the tall, thin man and showed him the takeout containers in his hands.

"Hello, this is the takeout the company ordered."

Before he could finish speaking.

Rorschach was about to step through the door when the tall, thin man raised his hand to stop him:

"Hold on!"

The other's somewhat abrupt move.

Made Rorschach's brow furrow slightly.

But he didn't say anything, just stood there waiting.

The tall, thin man pressed his earpiece.

And muttered a few questions in a low voice:

"The takeout's here... Yes, understood."

Then, the tall, thin man's gaze shifted, looking at Rorschach as he said:

"Go straight down the hallway after entering, head to the banquet hall. Don't wander off, understand?"

"Understood."

Rorschach nodded in agreement, his smile fading.

He casually carried the heavy takeout containers into the company's interior.

The lavishly decorated front hall was completely empty.

Only the Low Hum of air conditioning units filled the air.

Following the tall, thin man's instructions.

Rorschach went down the wide corridor connected to the front hall and arrived at the banquet hall at its end.

Thud!

Rorschach pushed open the heavy wooden door.

In an instant, at least forty or fifty pairs of eyes in the banquet hall turned Neatly Uniform toward him.

Rorschach, his smile stiff on his face, showed no sign of nervousness.

He simply raised his hand to display the takeout containers.

And said softly:

"Delivery guy."

Whether it was Rorschach's chef outfit or his words that did the trick.

Countless gazes immediately withdrew.

These people went back to drinking tea and discussing among themselves.

No one paid any more attention to Rorschach.

As if he were just a stray wisp of air.

Not worth acknowledging.

At that moment, Rorschach's eyes narrowed slightly.

These guys in front of him, aside from their different hairstyles.

Were almost all dressed in white shirts and black suits.

Looking like crude, shoddy copies.

And all of them were young, strong men—no women.

Standing there waiting for a while.

Rorschach didn't see anyone come to greet him.

So, with no other choice, Rorschach walked up to the man nearest him and asked in a low voice:

"Bro, what about this takeout?"

"Hmm?"

Hearing Rorschach's question, the man was slightly startled.

Then, after a moment of hesitation, he said:

"Madam Gao and the guest are in the second-floor meeting room."

"But the manager of the trade association in charge is on the third floor. Why don't you just go up and find him directly?"

"Thanks."

Having gotten his answer, Rorschach expressed his gratitude.

After thinking it over, he simply placed the takeout box in the lobby.

Then, Rorschach headed up the stairs near the lobby.

He followed the stair railing carved with exquisite Pixiu wood carvings.

And made it to the third floor in one go.

Without needing to search deliberately, Rorschach spotted the manager's office with its conspicuous sign at a glance.

With a leisurely expression, he stepped onto the corridor carpeted with expensive rugs and arrived at the door.

Rorschach was just about to raise his hand to knock.

Just then, a fierce argument suddenly erupted from behind the wooden door of the manager's office.

"Without our Triads backing them, half the drug addicts on the East Coast would be in revolt!"

A woman's voice, full of vigor, shouted loudly.

Her voice seemed to brim with uncontrollable anger.

"The Underworld King has made it clear: either you hand over the Blueberry Nightclub's business, or you keep doing your powder trade... In this world, there's never been a case of getting only benefits without paying a price!"

At the same time, as the woman's voice just faded.

A man's voice, lazy in tone, also came through the wooden door.

However, it was a single title the man used.

That almost instantly caught Rorschach's attention.

And made his raised hand freeze in midair.

Right then, as Rorschach hesitated between stepping away or continuing to eavesdrop, "Heh..."

The vigorous woman suddenly let out a cold laugh.

She continued with a mocking tone:

"If the women at Blueberry Nightclub lose our smuggling route, or even our personal training... do you think that place could still gather so many tycoons and nobles? Dream on!"

"And now, across all of New York, which gang could take over the Blueberry Nightclub's turf? The Tracksuit Gang? I imagine their heads and bodies are still lying in the police morgue!"

Before the woman's words had even finished.

Rorschach, standing outside the door eavesdropping, couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

He had already made up his mind to first leave this dangerous place.

He'd forgotten to bring his plasma pistol when he went out earlier.

But at this moment.

The woman's heavily sarcastic words seemed to have provoked the man's emotions.

His lazy, carefree tone instantly turned sinister and terrifying.

"Madam Gao! The Underworld King never makes requests—only orders that must be obeyed! Unless your Triads intend to start a new war and defy a new order... then my advice is: just behave!"

"Huh? A new war? Everyone knows by now that the Underworld King is up to his neck in trouble because of the Tracksuit Gang... I've even heard that a mysterious department within the Federal Government, with bizarre methods and cruel tactics, is tracking the Underworld King..."

"His days... aren't looking good!"

"You—"

Before the words could finish.

Just as Rorschach thought the tension between the man and woman was about to erupt into a bigger conflict, Boom—

The wooden door in front of him was suddenly yanked open!

Beside a white-haired woman in a cheongsam, a cold-faced blonde Caucasian man flicked a pencil in his hand.

And casually shot it straight at Rorschach's eye!

In that instant, Rorschach, who seemed completely unprepared, merely swayed his body.

One palm shot up like a bolt of lightning.

It actually caught the pencil that was about to pierce his eye!

Snap!

Then, expressionless, Rorschach's fingers tightened slightly.

He easily snapped the deadly weapon in two.

His gaze locked onto the two people standing right before him.

"Whoosh—"

The expressionless Rorschach took a deep breath.

A faint, helpless smile crept onto his face:

"What if I said this was just a pure accident... would you believe me?"

"A little rat eavesdropping!"

The pale-skinned blonde twisted his neck left and right, baring his teeth in a vicious grin.

He flicked his wrist.

A stack of metallic-gleaming playing cards appeared between his fingers!