It was after eight o'clock at night. The curtain of darkness had descended upon the city, and the streets of Sapporo were lit by an array of street lights and neon signs, no longer shrouded in snow. The pedestrian traffic was heavy, and the roads bustled with vehicles.
Due to Japanese women's indifference to the cold, the streets of Sapporo saw many skirt-wearing, leg-baring females as soon as the snow melted in March—relying solely on a pair of thin black or flesh-colored stockings to keep their legs warm.
If it weren't for the fact that most of them had knock-knees.
It could have been quite a charming sight.
In the Central District, across from the office building of Beiyuan Construction Co., Ltd., Yamada Shinryu, clad in a grey cotton jacket, was rubbing his hands and breathing into them while his eyes, through the car window, were fixed tightly on the office building's entrance.
