On the third floor of the Flower Season Hotel, room 104. The window in the living room gives a clear view of the nearby Tulip Antiques Exhibition. Exquisitely designed cars glide smoothly over the circular plaza, finally parking neatly on the rectangular ground.
The people alighting from the car are either gentlemen in suits, scholars dressed elegantly, or affluent businessmen radiating power and wealth.
Casio gazes into the distance, his eyes landing on the security personnel patrolling near the antique exhibition hall. Although dressed in black suits, their bulging muscles seem to be barely contained. The aura they emit is unusually fierce, definitely not of ordinary individuals.
"Yunquan Fist," he muttered to himself.
