Since it was still early, the group did not return to the hotel. At Tang Li's suggestion, they drove the courtesy car around aimlessly, looking for a new place to eat. It was still raining today, and it was during working hours, so there were not many cars on the streets.
They found a restaurant without much trouble, again on Wang Peilie's recommendation. It was one of the most upscale places he had visited when he worked here as a mercenary a few years ago. He had not been back in four or five years, yet it was still open. As lunchtime approached, the parking lot outside was nearly full.
For a moment, Wang Peilie was the most surprised of them all. "In times like these, staying in business for four or five years and still doing this well is practically a miracle."
"Either they have powerful backers, or the owner has changed hands," Tang Li replied with a smile. A boss willing to join in such pointless chatter always scored full marks for approachability.
The four got out of the car. Lang Jin hurried ahead to confirm with the front desk that reservations were unnecessary and that private rooms were still available. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. He stood in the lobby waiting for Tang Li to come over. From just a few steps away, he heard Tang Li ask first:
"Why are there so many military vehicles around East 824 District? And armed soldiers, the kind carrying guns, show up all the time too. It's a little different from our side."
Lang Jin's scalp tightened. He forced out a response. "Different places, different customs..."
The answer was painfully insincere, but he could not spare the thought for it. All he wanted was to hurry