"Watching the Secret Party's finest young blood sitting together feels just like seeing ourselves back in our youth," Jason York said, holding a cup of sake as he stood by the window of the hotel behind the side exit of the University of Tokyo. From this angle, he could see Lu Mingfei and his companions sitting right by the window of a ramen shop below.
"You guys were hardly a pair of angels back in your youth," replied a woman in her late thirties, dressed in a custom Louis Vuitton ensemble. On her left wrist she wore a Patek Philippe with a deep blue watch face, though even more eye-catching than the designer labels was the diamond ring on her ring finger and the effortless, alluring charm in her every expression.
"We were the kind of people who gave every faction a headache, thank you very much," York said. "How do you think I got my ID? Besides, what does a youngster like you know? Weren't you here to look for your daughter? She's right downstairs—you'd better go say hello before the Gattuso family pigs root her away."
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