The haunting truth of that fateful day

At the same time Yue Ling arrived at The Regal, in another part of Imperial, Lu Tian's black Maserati Levante Trofeo slid to a stop outside a small, family-owned restaurant. He could make out three figures sitting by the window inside his car.

He finishes the cigarette in his hand and steps out of the car, tossing it aside as he walks toward the front of the store, where Jiangyu hid in the shadows.

Upon seeing his boss, Jiangyu steps out, his face hard with a stern expression.

"It's him. I'm sure of it."

Lu Tian gives a brief nod before pushing open the door. The bell above the door rings, and the owner, a middle-aged man, looks up from the counter.

"Hello, are you dining in or taking out?"

Lu Tian gives him a passing glance before locking eyes with the three individuals at the table. He doesn't respond to the owner but strides straight toward their table.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but you can't go there."