Today's Game

Two hours later, Shen Qingzhu left the Black Wutong Club with his men.

Sitting in the car, which slowly pulled away, Shen Qingzhu took several portraits from his pocket and casually handed them to Imori Hiroshi beside him.

Imori Hiroshi accepted the portraits and suddenly froze.

"Grand Leader, these are..."

Imori Hiroshi flipped through the portraits. There were four in total.

One depicted a man with black hair and black eyes, a somewhat fierce face, and a straight blade hanging at his waist; another showed a stunning young girl in a dark blue hanfu; the third was a fat man with a vicious scar across his face but an honest, cheerful appearance; the last was a refined young man carrying a coffin on his back.

"Help me find out where these people are," Shen Qingzhu said flatly.

Though puzzled, Imori Hiroshi obediently nodded.

"Yes!"

Watching the dozen or so cars drive away, Uncle Kyosuke finally let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing those gangsters every day, Uncle Kyosuke felt that his heart could no longer take it. He turned to look at Amamiya Haruki and Lin Qiye, who had just emerged from the private room, and could not help asking:

"They... won't be coming often, right?"

Lin Qiye thought for a moment. "Not often. Only once a day."

Uncle Kyosuke's mouth twitched, and bitterness surfaced in his eyes.

"How about you two get some sleep? You've been busy since last night and barely rested. In a few hours, we'll have to open for business again." Uncle Kyosuke glanced at the time and sighed. "Young people need to take care of themselves too. In the host business, once you get old, you're not popular anymore."

Yurina lay sprawled across the table and blinked. "Will you become like Uncle Kyosuke?"

Uncle