After dinner, Su Xiao leaned back on the streetside table and chair, watching the bustling crowd in front of him, with Bubu Wang beside him, still with cream on his mouth.
It turned out that reasoning with this silly dog was clearly ineffective, but a slipper worked wonders.
Just as Su Xiao was considering where to go for a stroll next, Black Mary's phone rang in her arms.
"Hello, no, let me check."
Black Mary repeatedly refused the caller several times.
"Mister Bai Ye, it's Old Head Brent, he'd like to invite us over."
Black Mary covered the phone with her hand, leaned over, and from Su Xiao's angle, he could see a large expanse of fair skin at her collar.
"What's it about?"
"Old Head has hired a batch of assassins at a high price and wants you to meet them. I think they want you to go to make an impression. Should I refuse?"
"Agree to it."
"Yes."
After Black Mary said a few words, she hung up the phone.
"Earlier than expected..."
"What?"
