The young man was dressed in a simple brown suit, his hair somewhat disheveled. His eyes were earnest, like those of a beggar begging for food and alms, making it hard for people to become guarded or cautious around him. However, Cui Siter knew that it was precisely such a person who might stab you when you least expected it, from the back straight through to the chest, perhaps even adding a remark like "The Catania Family sends its regards."
"If I were you, I wouldn't be playing the violin here, I'd be chasing after the one behind all this."
Cui Siter spoke calmly.
"There's no need. That's not my goal."
The young man found a sofa to sit down on and gestured for Cui Siter to do the same.
"You might not remember my name, but that's okay. My name is now Stone, Stone of the Catania Family, the family's advisor."
When he heard the name, Cui Siter suddenly remembered.
