C266 Farewell to old eighth

After putting down the phone, I kept looking towards the door as I ate my noodles. After about half an hour, the door to the restaurant opened. A burly man walked in.

The moment we looked at each other, I was stunned. I never thought that the person who would come to pick me up would be Old Eight. This chatterbox, the last time I was sent down the mountain, it was chatty with me all the way