In front of the private restaurant.
The black stretch Lincoln sat silently under the afternoon sun, not moving for a long time.
Outside, the usually tightly shut bulletproof car window was half open, and the elderly man's withered fingers tapped subconsciously on his cane, looking nervously out the window.
The driver sat quietly in the driver's seat, not daring to say a word.
After a long while, the group at the table finally came out of the shop, and the old man's stern face suddenly became a bit more lively, even stretching his neck slightly to peek outside.
The driver's lips twitched slightly, feeling a bit unable to face it.
Is this really the big shot he knows?
The elderly man behind him showed no trace of the formidable figure who dominated both the black and white worlds for fifty years, and was simply an ordinary old man eager to see his grandson!
It was at this moment he finally felt that this man who had ruled all his life was truly old.
