Death Prediction Machine

The banquet was in the traditional island nation style.

Inside the spacious banquet hall, a group of people sat kneeling before their respective tables. Each table was laden with fresh, exquisite food, and beside each one sat a sweet-looking woman in a kimono. They were responsible for pouring drinks and serving food to the guests. Their service was attentive, and the occasion was clearly of a high standard.

Yang Jian did not like kneeling either. He sat cross-legged in his place, one hand propping up his knee and the other supporting his head as he brazenly surveyed everyone at the banquet.

Keiko knelt quietly beside him with her head slightly lowered, not daring to look directly at anyone present. An invisible yet severe sense of hierarchy seemed to have formed in the room.

There were not many people qualified to attend this banquet.

Yang Jian glanced at the tables. There were only fifteen in total. Aside from himself, there were merely fourteen others.

Among them were President Mishima, who had rushed over, and the man named Yamazaki whom he had met before. He did not know the remaining twelve; they were all strangers he was seeing for the first time. But without question, none of them were ordinary. Most were Ghost Tamers.

Some might not have been Ghost Tamers, but their status was equally distinguished.

"The man we saw beneath the eaves in the backyard earlier isn't here." Yang Jian slowly withdrew his gaze. He had not spotted that person anywhere.

In other words, that person had not been among those invited.

"Today's banquet is being held for Mr. Yang Jian. I am very pleased that Mr. Yang has honored me by attending today's banquet. It is a great honor for me," President Mishima said, bowing slightly.

"At the same