"That man is..." Yellow muttered to himself. Though he had never seen him in person, the man sitting on the small stool eating a pork chop wore a sharp black suit, a neat haircut, and sat with rigid posture. Most importantly, he possessed a fierce expression that exuded natural authority. If this wasn't Giovanni, he had to be the boss of some major syndicate.
"Why aren't you getting out, Yellow?" Baiyin stood outside the car door, abruptly interrupting his thoughts.
Yellow snapped back to reality, got out, and walked over to the roadside stall.
Chapter 34