At precisely 2:30 PM, Shen Qiang walked into his restaurant that had yet to officially open, where the aroma of rich coffee mingled with the faint smell of paint and sawdust.
Walking in alone, Shen Qiang immediately spotted the manager of his restaurant, wearing a purple mask, her alluring and curvaceous figure exuding a level of sensuality comparable to a war chariot. She languidly leaned against the bar, her wasp-like waist and ample hips displaying a captivating allure.
At the same time, Shen Qiang noticed the Illusion Demolition Group's leader, dressed in a light blue suit with an immaculate white shirt and wearing a blue mask, standing by a table, hand-brewing coffee. Meanwhile, two other figures were vigilantly positioned by the window and the back door, like sentinels.
"Care for a cup? This is the best coffee."
The leader, wearing a blue mask, seemed to be smiling.
