A pale hand had s.n.a.t.c.hed away the piece of paper before he could pick it up. The man had a head of beautiful golden hair, but the face underneath, while handsome, carried a malicious air. He was someone who distanced himself from others.
āWe meet again. What a coincidence, is it not?ā Without an invitation, Albert sat down in the chair Gino previously occupied with a slight smile. āIn order to not interrupt your conversation with that gentleman, I couldnāt help but find someone to call him away. Iām very attentive, am I not?ā
What did Albert mean by he didnāt want to interrupt and instead resorted to having someone call Gino away? Tang Feng found it difficult to understand Albertās train of thought. He was sure about one thing however: he didnāt like coming across Albert, even by chance.
āSir, I donāt know who you are.āĀ Quickly leave, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d!
They were in a public location and were surrounded by waiters and other patrons of the coffee shop. Tang Feng didnāt believe Albert would dare do something in a crowded place like this.
Albert waved the slip of paper Gino left behind. āYour words hurt me.ā
āPlease return the paper to me,ā Tang Feng said coolly.
Holding the piece of paper in one hand, Albert pulled out a lighter from his pockets. Just when he was about to light the paper on fire, Tang Feng flung the remainder of his coffee at him. Expressionlessly, Tang Feng said, āThe air is really dry here. Be careful, things can catch on fire easily.ā
Albert didnāt antic.i.p.ate Tang Fengās action. He lifted his eyes and glanced at the other, only smiling faintly in response. Albert crumpled the slip of paper into a ball and dropped it into a half-filled coffee cup. Even if Tang Feng were to pull it out now, he wouldnāt be able to decipher what was written on it.
āThat piece of paper will harm you. Hollywood stars are all a bunch of wh.o.r.es who look glamorous on the outside but are ruined on the inside.ā In a gentlemanly manner, Albert voiced out his opinions with the ugliest words possible. As a former Hollywood star, Tang Feng stood up to leave. The quicker he could get away from Albert the better.
Albert gave a quiet clap of his hands. āMr. Tang, please wait.ā
The waiters standing around the coffee shop moved at the same time and walked toward the other customersā tables. Tang Feng didnāt know what they said to the customers, but everyone quickly cleared out of the coffee shop.
Soon, only Albert, Tang Feng, and the tall, suspicious-looking waiters remained.
āPlease sit.ā Albert smiled politely at Tang Feng. He then picked up a napkin and dabbed at the coffee that had splashed onto his clothes.
Tang Feng glanced at the waiters who were blocking the exits and slowly returned to his seat.
āMr. Albert, I donāt know how Iāve provoked you, but Iām only a third-rate celebrity from a foreign country. I donāt think Iām worthy enough for someone like you to personally entertain.ā The only thing left that Tang Feng could be glad for was that it was still daytime. But looking at Albertās coffee-splattered clothes, Tang Feng couldnāt help but sigh. He didnāt expect Albert to have switched the coffee shopās waiters with his own men. He wasnāt part of the criminal world after all!
Tossing the napkin aside, Albert snapped his fingers loudly and clearly. Quickly, a waiter came over and poured them two fresh cups of coffee. āI know you donāt like sugar in your coffee. Oh, of course, Iām talking about the current you.
āIāve looked up your background. You used to like both sugar and milk in your coffee. No, it would be more accurate to say you didnāt like coffee at all. I donāt know how youāve suddenly developed a liking for it.ā With a doubtful expression on his face, Albert sighed. He laced his fingers into a fist and rested his chin on it. Looking at the man opposite of him, he said, āItās truly strange. You used to be a type that Iām completely uninterested in.
āThe past you is like one of those soulless, rich punks you can see everywhere around the corner in New York. Just like them, you didnāt know how you would live each day. You had a large inheritance, but your terrible lifestyle soon left you sc.r.a.ping the bottom of the barrel for money. In the end, you had to sell your house to pay back your debts. Despite this, no one would feel any sympathy for you. There are plenty of people leading lives worse than yours in this world. But the past you decided to give up all hope. I donāt like useless trash like you.ā Albert leaned backwards, crossed his legs, and tapped a finger on his knee. āLooking at you now, however, I am incapable of connecting the current version of you to the past version.ā
āIāve already forgotten about my past.ā Tang Feng didnāt understand why Albert specifically came looking for him. Right now, he could only move one step at a time and test the waters.
Albert broke into quiet laughter, an all-knowing expression on his face. āIn a deck of tarot cards, thereās a card called Death. Usually, people are terrified of drawing the Death card. However, rather than actual death, the Death card typically signifies the ending of the past and the beginning of a new future. Committing suicide by leaping into the sea is the result of the despair you felt over your past life. After being reborn, you obviously will not be the same person.ā
āMr. Albert, are you here to talk about the meaning of life with me?ā