After hesitating for a moment, Imori Hiroshi finally knocked on the office door.
A few seconds later, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The club's lavish office was unlit. Aside from the faint moonlight spilling in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and casting a few white shadows across the floor, everything around him was pitch-black.
In the moonlight, Shen Qingzhu stood before the floor-to-ceiling window in the Flowing Cloud Haori, silently gazing at the distant city, lost in thought.
Hearing Imori Hiroshi enter, Shen Qingzhu turned slightly and looked at him.
"Grand Leader." Imori Hiroshi spoke respectfully. "All the honored guests have been settled in. Do you have any further instructions?"
Shen Qingzhu said nothing.
Imori Hiroshi seemed long accustomed to Shen Qingzhu's silence and automatically took it as meaning there were no further orders. After struggling with himself for a long while, he finally spoke again:
"Actually... there's something I'd like to ask you, Grand Leader.
I heard that you personally came here, Grand Leader. All of us brothers in the Black Killer Group here in Hokkaido admire you deeply... I was wondering if you might have time to say a few words to them?
You know, Hokkaido is very far from Kansai, and life hasn't exactly been easy for these brothers here. If you could say a few words to them, they would surely be very happy!
Just a few words will do. We absolutely won't take up too much of your time... Of course, if you're tired, it's fine if you don't want to go..."
Shen Qingzhu studied Imori Hiroshi's expression. Though he could not understand what the man was saying, he saw the difficulty in his eyes. After giving it some thought, he still spoke:
"Yoshi."
Ten minutes later.
Imori Hiroshi led Shen Qingzhu