Li Wei sat by the window, a plate of fried eggs, refried beans, and avocado in front of him.
Don Quixote sat across from him, spreading butter on his toast.
Chen Haisheng had finished eating early and went to check on the vehicles and the handover with the Mercenaries. The four Mercenaries were already on standby in the lobby.
Jin Heon was the last to arrive.
She walked into the restaurant dragging a rolling suitcase, its handle still extended. She held a laptop bag in one hand and clutched her phone in the other, looking exactly like a commuter who had arrived at the airport early only to find her flight canceled.
"All packed?" Don Quixote glanced at her.
"Packed," Jin Heon said, leaning her suitcase against the table and pulling out a chair to sit. Her face was a picture of dejection. "Ready to go anytime."
She glanced at the menu and listlessly waved a waiter over. "An iced Americano, thanks. No sugar, no milk. Make it as bitter as my life."
