Wada's heart lurched. Seeing that the woman's expression was far from pleasant, he hurriedly came up with an excuse.
"Let's take a look," the woman said. "I hope that wasn't the sound made by those Mafia friends you hired."
"Yes... yes..."
Wada understood what the woman meant, but he could not help feeling puzzled as well. Logically speaking, if those underworld friends he had hired to protect his restaurant were going to cause trouble, it should have been at night. How could it be happening in the morning...
No matter what, Wada could only follow the woman with a stiff upper lip. He could only hope that nothing had happened, so the damage to his reputation would be less severe.
Led by a kimono-clad clerk, they arrived outside Mirai's private room.
When Wada saw the blood everywhere before the door and the severed heads, he nearly fainted from fright.
What the hell was going on? Why had things gotten this far?
The woman's expression turned ugly. She said coldly, "Mr. Feng and Chu Tian, please explain yourselves. I believe the Feudal Lord will need an explanation as well."
Wada broke out in a cold sweat. He had no idea what to say, when a strange male voice suddenly rang out.
"Tell me, you two—how do you want to die?"
Wada's heart went cold at those words. He felt as though stars were spinning before his eyes, making him dizzy and miserable. Which big shot is in there? You could have done this sooner or later, but you had to do it now? Are you trying to kill me?!
The woman grew even angrier when she heard that. She glared at Wada and shouted in an awful tone, "Wada!"
The woman did not even call him "sir" anymore.
Just as Wada