Gu Chengyu carefully watched the reaction of the man in the lead. Perhaps deciding they posed no threat, the man's expression shifted from guarded to natural as he sized them up.
When his gaze fell on the burly man and the old man, however, a trace of gravity appeared on his face.
Gu Chengyu saw the four deliberately close in together, then choose the table closest to them.
He turned back to glance at that burly man and found the fellow clearly uninterested in the four. After his initial wariness, he no longer paid them any mind.
Gu Chengyu's heart sank. It seemed eight or nine times out of ten the other party really had come for him.
Once the four sat, Gu Chengyu swept his eyes over them a few times, focusing on their posture.
They sat upright and rigid, backs straight, every muscle tense, and held no conversation after sitting down.
