Miyata never expected Yamamoto Yu to have considered everything so thoroughly. Back then, he found it strange—why were they meddling in Ji Chuyang’s affairs? It turned out Yamamoto Yu was playing a long game, all just to lure Gu Moqian.
And now he understood why Yamamoto Yu had to show such outward respect towards Gu Moqian.
It was a classic case of "to capture, one must first let loose."
Indeed, Mr. Yamamoto was truly a cunning and calculating man.
"But there’s one thing I can’t understand. The Gu Family has already reached the level it has today—there’s no need for them to step into the grey and black areas. Doing so seems rather perplexing."
"Living in this world is all about money and power, isn’t it? Not making money when you can—only a fool would do that. We kill, and we run those unconventional businesses all for the same reasons. So, what’s so hard to grasp?"
It seemed to make some sense.
"So for now, we’re only secretly watching Mr. Gu without taking any further action?" Miyata asked again.
"Why the rush? He’s the fish that swam into the net on its own. As long as I hold the bait that is Ji Chuyang, I’m not worried he won’t bite. We just need to sit and wait to collect the net."
Yamamoto Yu’s words carried an underlying significance.
Miyata knew that Yamamoto Yu’s thoughts were always hard to decipher. The very reason he had led the Yamamoto Group to this day was because of the extraordinary abilities that none of them could rival.
Just then, the study door was suddenly knocked upon.
Behind the veil of smoke, Yamamoto Yu’s face shifted slightly as he asked in a deep voice, "What is it?"
A subordinate pushed open the door and reported, "Mr. Yamamoto, Mr. Gu has arrived."
Yamamoto Yu’s expression flickered for a moment before he raised his gaze to Miyata, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Do you see? The fish couldn’t wait to throw itself at us."
With that, he stood up, crushed out his cigarette, and said loudly, "Let’s go. I’ll greet Mr. Gu personally."
Yamamoto Yu strode out of the study, and Miyata quickly and deferentially followed him.
At the villa entrance.
Gu Moqian stood under the night sky, his posture straight, his face appearing even colder and more dignified under the lamplight, making people afraid to look directly at him.
Yamamoto Yu’s subordinates nearby stood respectfully with their hands lowered. Although they bore the weight of many lives on their hands, they still felt a faint sense of dread before this man.
This man carried a depth and danger that were impossible to see through.
Catching Gu Moqian’s glance in his direction, the subordinate stiffened entirely, cold sweat breaking out in his palms from sheer intimidation.
It was the first time he’d realized that a seemingly elegant and noble man could exert a more terrifying pressure than a bloodthirsty brute.
A few minutes later, Yamamoto Yu emerged to greet him personally.
The subordinates at the door nearly bit their tongues in shock when they saw their boss taking such an initiative.
However, shortly after Gu Moqian entered the villa, in the shadows just a street away, a figure withdrew the binoculars in hand and ran swiftly back to a car parked nearby.
A few seconds later, the car started and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
In the living room, Yamamoto Yu leaned on his cane while seated on a leather sofa. Gu Moqian sat to his left.
After a servant brought over freshly brewed tea, they quietly retreated.
"Mr. Gu, this is my treasured Uji Gyokuro, harvested from the most tender tips of the tea leaves. It’s the finest matcha Japan has to offer—you must try it."
Yamamoto Yu wasn’t in a rush to ask the reason for his visit, a sly smile lingering on his face as he gestured toward the teacup in front of Gu Moqian. The most update n0vels are published on NoveIꜰire.net
Gu Moqian showed no hesitation, lifting the teacup to take a sip and nodding slightly. "Hmm, the taste is indeed quite different from Chinese tea leaves."
Upon hearing this, Yamamoto Yu laughed heartily. "So, Mr. Gu, you’re a connoisseur of tea as well. I suppose this makes us friends brought together by tea."
Gu Moqian gave a faint smile, lowered his gaze for another sip, and steadfastly refrained from mentioning the purpose of his visit.
This was a battle of wits—whoever spoke first would lose the upper hand.