Mechanical Part
"Quite a few familiar faces..."
As Song Chushi stepped out of the Cake Shop, he was met by the icy stares of people carrying briefcases, along with countless gun barrels hidden behind armored vehicles and on rooftops.
The street had already been cleared. The entire stretch before him lay empty.
The sharp killing intent scraped across his face like a blade, but under so many watchful eyes, he showed no sign of panic. Instead, he faced the crowd and gave a slight nod, even smiling.
Outside the Cake Shop, however, those countless icy stares only grew more wary. No one responded.
Song Chushi didn't mind. His expression unchanged, he picked up his case and turned to leave in one direction, but suddenly a shout rang out from the crowd:
"Stop!"
"..."
Song Chushi obediently stopped and turned to look. Countless spotlights shone on him. In such a situation, an ordinary person wouldn't just have trouble making out the figures behind them—they'd struggle even to keep their eyes open.
But Song Chushi merely narrowed his eyes, and all the spotlights suddenly dimmed. He smiled. "Mr. Red, what can I do for you?"
The woman who had spoken earlier answered in a chilling voice. "Why did you come to Qinggang?"
Song Chushi smiled. "The food outside wasn't great, so I came into the city for a bowl of wontons."
"Mr. Song!"
The woman cut him off, her voice low and stern. "Qinggang isn't a place you can come and go as you please. At least a hundred guns are pointed at you right now, and twenty investigators are watching you. We ask that you show us the most basic respect."
"Why did you come to Qinggang, really?"
"..."
"Chk! Chk! Chk!"
As if to prove her point, the sound of