C916 Honeycomb Crisis

"Alright, Lawyer Pei."

After the small shadow left, I walked over to the lawyer and sat down opposite him. He didn't say anything but started tapping the table lightly with his hand. Knocking on the table seemed to have a rhythm, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as if it didn't have any rhythm to it. After ten seconds or so, my left hand suddenly knotted into a strange knot on the table