The time was infinitely approaching midnight on August 14th, inside the Osaka Bookstore at this moment.
Today, the bookstore closed unusually early. The shutters were tightly closed, and the windows were sealed with paper.
In front of the last row of bookshelves in the store, a white-haired teenager was leaning against the bookshelf, while another black silhouette was hanging upside down below the ceiling.
"Mr. Black Cocoon, who are we missing?"
"Be patient."
Cezar glanced at the newly bought children's watch, sighed, and curiously asked, "Who hasn't arrived yet? Do we really have to wait for them?"
On his shoulder, Yaguba gritted his teeth, "Shark hates those who aren't punctual the most."
"Mu Long," Black Cocoon said casually while watching a comic, "he's the last one."
"Mr. Mu Long, huh?" Cezar thought, "Will he really come? After all, aren't we going to help Mr. Blue Arc?"
"He will come..."
