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Japanese Guests

Not long after he finished speaking with Su Qiwen, the secretary of Huxi City's Anti-Feudal Superstition Association, Li Bai soon received a WeChat message from "Qiwen Little Fairy." It contained the latest time and place for the Huxi City Anti-Feudal Superstition Association's gathering, making it a more formal invitation.

The association had only arranged it this way because they were waiting for him, the young member who still had a job. That was why Su Qiwen had gone out of her way to notify him in advance.

The other association members were all retirees with plenty of free time, unlike Li Bai, whose days were so colorful—and chaotic. They were almost always available at a moment's notice, so there was no need to schedule anything specifically for a Saturday or Sunday.

Li Bai didn't belong to many circles. Most revolved around his work and personal life, and gatherings within them were even rarer. His work chat was all right; it was full of idle chatter and people secretly cursing their bosses and coworkers. His classmates hadn't met up in years, and they could never get everyone together anyway. As for the wizard and martial arts circles, even when he received invitations to gatherings, he usually pretended not to notice. He didn't know many of the people there, and they wouldn't have had much to talk about.

He wasn't particularly sociable to begin with, so naturally he didn't want to go out of his way to join every crowd and liven things up.

At Kansai International Airport in Osaka, Japan, Demville had just cleared customs. Seeing Japanese people everywhere wearing masks, he instinctively shrank his neck and cursed inwardly. These yellow monkeys must have had a Resident Evil outbreak!

The sheer number of masks made his skin crawl.