The owner of Yamato Restaurant was the burly man they had seen that day. He stood about 175 centimeters tall, but he was built like a bear and looked to be in his thirties.
GS's gaze swept over his neck. It was thick and short, not quite as thick as his head, but close.
He clearly trained in combat regularly and might even have competed.
People who practiced fighting placed great importance on strengthening their necks, so often, a look at someone's neck could tell you whether he could fight.
"Sorry for the unannounced visit, Mr. Gu. I'm Iwamoto Shunichi. You can also call me Li Junyi." Iwamoto Shunichi smiled and extended a hand to GS.
He did not mention his other position. He believed GS would know.
"Sit." GS pointed at the sofa opposite him.
"You wouldn't come without a reason. What brings you here out of the blue?" GS asked indifferently, draping his arms over the back of the sofa and crossing his legs.
"I've wanted to make your acquaintance for some time, Mr. Gu. I heard you were dining at my restaurant the other day, but since you were entertaining friends, I didn't want to intrude," Iwamoto Shunichi said with a smile.
"I apologize for coming unannounced today. The thing is, two friends of mine are unfamiliar with the situation on Hong Kong Island and treated you disrespectfully. I've come to mediate, and I hope you'll forgive their mistake," Iwamoto Shunichi said.
"They're willing to accept your terms and hire your security company to provide security services."
In fact, when the two men first approached Iwamoto Shunichi, they had been unwilling to pay. With their companies behind them, how could they bow to a local triad? After contacting the police to no avail, they had found Iwamoto