Gao Hao sat on the tatami, holding a glass of sake in his hand, slowly smelling the intoxicating aroma of rice in the sake. He looked at the man sitting opposite him who was pouring wine slowly, his eyes were cold, which was incompatible with the warm tone of the room. Perhaps because Gao Hao looked uncomfortable, the man finally spoke.

"Master Gao Hao, you have been looking at me. Do you have anything to say to me?" Kimura handed a glass of poured wine to Gao Hao and said to ...