When the proprietress in kimono used a tong to spread the snow-white beef tallow evenly on the bottom of the hot cast iron pot, there was a soft squeaking sound, and the rich aroma of fat instantly exploded in the private room next to the water.
Immediately afterwards, several pieces of Marbled Wagyu with beautiful marble-like textures were spread flatly into the pot.
As soon as the special Sweet Soy Sauce Broth was poured, accompanied by the sizzling sound of boiling, the attractive caramel color quickly enveloped the entire piece of beef, and the remaining tension in the air was completely torn apart by the sweet aroma of this food.
"Wow...Lynn Director, I feel like the calories I just consumed in the mall must now be replenished with a double portion of Wagyu!"
Reggie's eyes were shining, and he almost fell into the bowl of sterile egg liquid in front of him.
He grabbed the bamboo chopsticks, put his hands together and muttered the newly learned "I'm starting" perfunctorily, and then eagerly grabbed a large piece of beef that had just changed color from the pot.
The meat slices covered with rich sauce were rolled casually in the egg liquid, and then he stuffed them into his mouth.
Wagyu The melt-in-your-mouth texture mixed with the smoothness of the egg liquid made him breath hot, but he kept giving thumbs up.
Annie next to him was much more elegant. He put a piece of hot soft tofu and a small piece of beef in his own small bowl and blew it over and over, sipping on it bit by bit, with the corners of his mouth shining brightly, like a satisfied kitten.
Tommy While eating, his hands were still inserted into the pockets of his red baseball uniform.
With just the invisible Telekinesis, the bowl of white rice and the small plate filled with egg liquid in front of him were steadily suspended in mid-air.
The chopsticks flew in the air on their own, picking up the meat slices accurately, dipping them in the egg liquid and putting them into your mouth.
He even had time to use another Telekinesis to repeatedly assemble and disassemble the two Super Nintendo Entertainment System game controllers he had just bought in mid-air. The plastic shells made a crisp clicking sound, and he had a great time playing.
Kevin Sitting at the edge, facing the table without fish, he felt an unprecedented sense of security.
After all, it is very rare that there is no fish on the table in Japan.
He used his fingernails to pick up a bit of cooked minced beef that was not dipped in sauce, carefully put it into the special kettle, looked at the Goldfish Charlie and swallowed it in one gulp, and then started to eat his portion with confidence.
"Good boy Charlie, there is no fish-eating devil here, everyone is eating beef."
Kevin was mumbling nervously while chewing the konjac shreds filled with soup.
Lynn was holding a cup of slightly bitter Yame Sencha without moving his chopsticks in a hurry.
He leaned against the wooden window edge facing the water, looking at several red and white koi carp swimming slowly in the canal outside the window, and heard the faint sound of Japan Showa-era Songs coming from the next room in his ears.
At this time, Tokyo was in a kind of madness like burning oil.
Even for this century-old store located in a remote alley, you can still see many speculators wearing shoulder-padded suits and excited expressions on the street outside.
They were holding a half-Bricks-like big brother in their hands, and with their faces flushed, they were talking in a low voice about where the land had tripled again, and which stock would skyrocket tomorrow.
Everyone is immersed in this illusory money feast, and no one will notice that in those ancient dark corners, some Old Families that have been passed down for hundreds of years are gradually moving towards hysterical madness due to changes in technology and times.
"Lynn, that guy in black, isn't he really hungry?"
John swallowed the large piece of Marbled Wagyu covered in golden egg liquid in his mouth, and pushed the small bowl in front of him towards Lynn.
The boy Azure's eyes were a little curious, and also revealed a keen exploration like a small animal, as he glanced at Black Noir who was huddled in the darkest corner of the box.
From the moment she walked in until now, Black Noir has been sitting in that defensive and silent cross-legged posture.
His whole body almost completely melted into the shadow in the corner, and even the edge of the mask on his face did not move.
On the small wooden table in front of him, a separately prepared top-grade Wagyu set meal was neatly placed.
Sweet Soy Sauce Broth was still steaming on the small stove, and the smell of meat was overflowing, but he looked like a black statue that couldn't feel hungry, and was incompatible with the lively atmosphere of cooking in the room.
"He has his own habits, don't worry about him."
Lynn smiled, picked up the serving chopsticks, picked up a few pieces of beef that were just hot enough and filled with sweet and salty juice from the cast iron cauldron with rich soup boiling in the center, and put them firmly into John's bowl.
"Eat more meat." Lynn took out a paper towel and wiped the soup from the corner of John's mouth naturally, "I may have to walk a lot in the afternoon."
John obediently stuffed the beef into his mouth, his cheeks bulging.
After eating and drinking enough, Reggie slumped on Tatami without any image, touched his round belly and burped.
He took the Polaroid camera next to him, "clicked" it towards Tommy who was wiping his mouth, and spit out a piece of photo paper with a white border.
"Where should we go this afternoon, Lynn Director? Let's buy some more Gundam models. I just saw that red one in the mall. It's so cool."
Reggie suggested while shaking the photo paper.
Lynn did not answer immediately.
He reached out and untied the black plastic bag brought back by Black Noir on the corner of the table.
"It's beautifully done and the data is very detailed."
Lynn picked up the directory inside and flipped through a few pages, then tapped lightly on one of the addresses circled in red with his slender fingers.
It is an old private house located at Bunkyō Ward, and the name of the current owner's residence is Kamo Family on the name list.
Lynn slipped the booklet into his windbreaker pocket.
Minister Sato, who was sitting aside, had just swallowed a sip of tea, and when he saw Lynn's actions, he almost choked to death.
He stared intently at the bloody plastic bag, his face turned pale, and the cold sweat on his forehead dripped down his temples.
"Lynn...Lynn Director."
Sato came over with a trembling voice, and even the tone of his words changed a little, "There are Metropolitan Police Department's patrol cars outside now. The explosion of Akihabara has alarmed the top management. We... should we go back to the Manor first, or directly contact the headquarters' special plane to go back to New York?"
Kamo Clan's roots in Tokyo are too deep. It is rumored that their family enshrines Great Yokai that has been passed down for hundreds of years. It is not comparable to ordinary gangsters. Just now in the mall was just a test by their peripheral juniors. If their core people are really touched, we can't explain it to the Japan Government Special Countermeasures Bureau!"
Sato now wants to kneel down to Lynn.
He is just a professional manager with a high salary. He wants to earn more pension money in Tokyo's Bubble Economy, but he does not want to get involved in the supernatural war between United States genetic monsters and Japan ancient Wizards.
Lynn stood up slowly and looked down at the middle-aged man who was sweating profusely and even his tie was crooked.
In the small river outside, several koi carp splashed in the water as they competed for the bread crumbs thrown by Kevin.
"Minister Sato, you have been at Vought International for five years, and President Edgar should have taught you the survival logic of this company."
Lynn buttoned up the buttons of his windbreaker one by one and said calmly, "When someone has dropped a metal chandelier weighing hundreds of kilograms on your child's head, the only thing you need to do is to stuff their head into the toilet and press the flush button."
Lynn leaned forward slightly, the gentleness in his eyes instantly faded, replaced by a kind of indifference that made Sato's whole body tremble.
"If we escape back to New York like a lost dog today, tomorrow the entire Asia Market will know that Superheroes of Vought International are just a bunch of look-alikes that are worthless.
When the time comes, do you think President Edgar will punish those Onmyōji first, or first clean up the branch head like you who can't even deal with the local gangsters?"
Sato's face instantly turned from white to blue, his lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word.
He is very aware of Edgar's methods. In the face of the company's interests, weak people are not even qualified to be cannon fodder.
"Kids, wipe your mouths and get ready to go."
Lynn turned around and waved to Reggie and Annie, who were still studying photo paper.
John stood up first and walked to Lynn naturally.
The boy grabbed the corner of Lynn's windbreaker. When he raised his head, his eyes had a faint red glow due to excitement.
"Black Noir, go drive."
Lynn straightened his collar and took the lead to walk out of the box.
In the corner, the black figure that had always been like a sculpture finally moved.
Black Noir stood up silently, like a black lightning, opened the paper door first and walked out.