Chapter 65: Fake Funeral
The men looked at each other before the thinnest of them nodded. "Of course, just sit. You don’t have to ask," he said with a relaxed grin.
Zhao Yiming and Luo Yanyu took their seats, though a sense of awkwardness hung between them. They tried to blend in, but the men’s dominating presence and rough energy made it hard.
"You one of Haolong’s friends too?" the thin man asked again. "Ah, name’s Gao, by the way."
"I’m Zhao, and this is my girlfriend, Luo Yanyu," he introduced casually. "We were more like acquaintances. I lived in his apartment complex."
"Ohh, I see... We were his fishing buddies," another man said, the one with bleached blond hair and a pierced eyebrow.
"Fishing buddies?" Zhao Yiming blinked.
"Yeah. Sad that he’s dead, sure... but honestly? Kinda glad too," the blond added, shrugging. "The guy talked way too much."
"Right? And most of what he said was complete bullshit!" another laughed, shaking his head. "Dude could talk about a goldfish like it was some royal koi from ancient China."
The group chuckled among themselves, trading roast after roast, casually tearing into Jin Haolong.
It was crude and mocking—but weirdly affectionate. They knew him well. Too well. The kind of mockery that came from real friendship, not malice.
"Ugh... I don’t think they’re our guys," Luo Yanyu whispered to Zhao Yiming, eyes scanning the group again.