Chapter 238: I told you to keep a low profile-this is your idea of low-key?

Inside the private room, a bunch of buzz-cut guys crowded around a card table, playing a fast-paced regional game popular in East China. After a few quick rounds, the cold dishes were all set out. Harlem Farrell clapped. "Alright, cut the cards. Everybody, to the table!" "Woo, dinner time!" They all grabbed seats in a hurry. Harlem put Daniel Lyson in the main guest seat facing the door, which made him a little self-conscious. "Squad leader, you're the one treating. Me taking the head seat feels...