บท 54: [053] Don't want to come up with a title_1

A City's Commercial Street.

Situated nearest to the sea, it is the most bustling place in A City.

A skyscraper stands prominently there, the headquarters of the Yu Family Group.

Across the street in a café sits an old man.

The old man's hair is white, his face not deeply lined. On his left hand's ring finger is a ring, and he holds a cane in his hand. His index finger taps gently against the handle of the stick, as if he is waiting for something.

The old man's expression isn't stern; instead, there's a touch of gentleness.

Dressed in a suit, wearing shiny black dress shoes, he leans back on a sofa with an assistant standing by to serve him coffee.

Across the sofa on a wooden bench sits another man in a suit. This man is quite rotund, belly protruding out, and his face is deeply fleshed. He's sporting an ingratiating smile.

"I apologize for not extending a proper welcome to your esteemed presence, Master Chu. I..."