Chapter 670: The Machine that Predicts Death

The banquet was styled in the traditional fashion of Japan.

In the spacious banquet hall, a group of people kneeled at their respective dining tables, each arrayed with a variety of fresh, exquisite food. Beside them, sweet-faced women in kimonos served as companions, responsible for pouring drinks and serving dishes, providing meticulous service that signaled a high level of formality.

Yang Jian didn't like kneeling either; he sat cross-legged in his place, one hand propping up his knee, the other supporting his head as he boldly surveyed all the attendees at the banquet.

Keiko kneeled beside him, her head slightly bowed, not daring to look directly at anyone there, as if an invisible, strict hierarchy had been formed.

Not many had the privilege of attending this banquet.

Yang Jian glanced at the tables; there were fifteen in total, which meant that besides him, there were only fourteen other guests.