Shelter (Part 1)

About an hour and a half later, Old Hand finally met the legendary Big SB—no, the big client. By then, Old Hand was already frantic with impatience. Those damned people were supposedly arriving ahead of schedule.

It was a spur-of-the-moment decision in the middle of the night, yet they had made everyone wait for an hour and a half. One would imagine they were the sort who loved putting on airs. But somewhat unexpectedly, only two people disembarked from the luxury yacht that pulled into the pier, and one of them was disabled... wheeled down in a wheelchair.

The visitors were a man and a woman. The man in the wheelchair seemed fairly young, though his exact age was hard to tell. The woman looked like a stereotypical secretary: icy, aloof, and all business.

But in Old Hand's eyes, she was the type of slut who pretended to be proper. Deliberately or not, she stayed intimately close to the man in the wheelchair, as if afraid no one would notice.

Okudaira Yuzo had lost the cold demeanor he wore at the factory. The lines of his ugly face had softened somewhat as he led the factory's management forward to greet them.

Old Hand followed at the very back of the welcoming party with a stiff expression, listening to the others exchange pleasantries.

The man in the wheelchair did not say much, only that his surname was Mo. It was mainly the female secretary surnamed Yin who spoke. From what they said of their background, they seemed to be important figures in some order as well, though not one of Ban City's forces. They came from Di City, across the ocean, and had come to Ban City primarily to make investments.

It sounded fairly credible. After all, both sides lay on