Kiryu Baima suddenly let out a loud roar.
He stopped the commotion among his men.
Meanwhile, the people from the Clementi Family had already found a place to park.
Clementi strode over with dozens of gunmen.
"Mr. Senma."
"Mr. Clementi, I never expected we'd meet under circumstances like these."
"I didn't expect it either. If possible, I wish the atmosphere when we met could have been less... tense."
"Of course. That is my hope as well."
Kiryu Baima glanced back at the Tiger Claws on his side, who were on high alert.
Then he looked at the Sixth Street Gang standing behind Clementi, equally wary.
"How about we each bring only three men inside?"
"I think that will work."
Clementi casually selected three men from among his subordinates.
The three stepped forward and stood beside Clementi.
Kiryu Baima also waved his hand, and three members of the Tiger Claws came out.
"After you."
"After you."
The two men went through the motions with feigned courtesy.
Then they walked into the Imperial Hotel together.
As for the remaining Sixth Street Gang and Tiger Claws, they stood guard on opposite sides of the entrance.
The moment the two entered the lobby,
the formally dressed manager came hurrying over.
"Lord Senma, your private room is ready."
Kiryu Baima said expressionlessly, "Take us there."
"Of course."
The manager did not call another attendant to lead the way.
Instead, he personally walked ahead.
Both sides followed the manager to the entrance of a luxurious private room.
Clementi was about to enter.
But Kiryu Baima reached out and stopped him.
"Wait a moment, my friend."
Then he tilted his head toward one of his men.
The latter understood.
He entered the private room and began checking it.
He inspected it very carefully, using more than