At midnight.

It should be around the time for supper.

At this time, Mordu Broadway should have closed long ago. However, when Harvey York arrived, he found that the place was still brightly lit, and it was booked by Justin Walker again.

Justin sat in the middle of the hall this time. He was meticulously cutting the rare steak in front of him.

He ate very carefully and slowly as if he was tasting the bloody smell in his mouth.

Other than that, there was a man in a green suit who looked like