After getting out of the car, the middle-aged white man straightened the hem of his jacket before walking toward the bar entrance with his cane.
Behind him were four tall, burly white men, clearly his bodyguards.
"I am the Marquis d'Algramonte. I am here to see Mr. Gu!"
"What did he say?" The underling at the entrance turned and pulled another man over to ask.
Al Gramont repeated himself. The other underling looked him over a few times, looking as though he wanted to laugh but was too embarrassed to.
A marquis?
It was his first time hearing anyone use that title. But considering the man's clothes were completely wrinkle-free, and the burly men behind him, perhaps he really was a marquis.
"Say something! What the hell did he say? Aren't you always bragging about how good your English is?"
"He said he's a marquis, here to see the boss!"
"A marquis? Tell him to follow me! The boss told me to wait here and bring him over when he arrived!"
Al Gramont followed the underling into the bar. It was empty at this hour, apart from a sizable group sitting in one corner.
Gu Sheng was drinking Coke in a booth. In the private room beside him, Tin Yeung-sang was reading Fengyue Magazine, while Ah Wu read a comic.
Not far away, Silly Fook was playing around with a pair of dumbbells.
Tin Yeung-yee and the others stood beside the private room, watching Al Gramont expressionlessly.
"Let him through!" Gu Sheng's voice came from the private room.
Al Gramont approached Gu Sheng, placed his right hand against his chest, and bowed slightly.
"Mr. Gu!"
Gu Sheng looked him over, then leaned back lazily.
"Have a seat."
This was the newly appointed French marquis. Gu Sheng found it somewhat unusual