Time flies like a white horse passing through a crack, disappearing in an instant.
For Zhou Yu, it felt as if he had suddenly traveled to an era of chaotic warfare. Five days seemed like just a few blinks of an eye, quietly passing by.
In a private late-night diner.
Zhou Yu was having a late-night snack with Sakai Tetsuya.
Outside the shop, more than fifty burly men in black suits were fully armed, quietly waiting.
"Time really flies..."
Zhou Yu looked at the plate of chopped but still wriggling octopus, picked up a piece with chopsticks, dipped it in mustard and soy sauce, and put it directly into his mouth, chewing quickly before swallowing.
"The taste is okay, just a bit too troublesome."
"Boss! Get me a bowl of Lao Gan Ma fried rice!"
"No?"
"Forget it, just plain rice then! Add some sliced dried bonito, some soy sauce, and fry me an egg!"
"Cat rice? It's not cat rice!"
"Don't you dare put raw eggs in my rice!"
"I am Chinese, Chinese, you understand?"
