"Let's play this."
Ayase Origami put down the collection of haikus, and a page flew out from her sleeve with a pre-drawn Gomoku grid. A pencil was stuck in the paper.
Xia Pingzhou looked at the Gomoku grid on the page, feeling a touch of emotion in his heart. In four hours, they were going to take action, yet these people were so relaxed. It was as if they weren't planning to wreak havoc at the auction but were instead planning to find a hot spring to soak in and chat.
He took Ayase Origami's pencil and drew an X in the center of the Gomoku grid.
Meanwhile, in another corner of Tokyo, not far from the Yugong Building.
Heavy rain poured down, and a Maybach drove along a severely waterlogged avenue, its headlights cutting through the hazy rain and illuminating the road ahead.
Ahead, under the traffic lights, hung a giant, pitch-black cocoon upside down.
