As Zhang Ziwen entered the grand dining room with Dragon Five, he noticed an overwhelmingly large crowd. It seemed Dragon Five, always a fan of grand gestures, had outdone himself this time. At a glance, there were at least 200 men, all dressed in matching black suits and ties, exuding a spirited appearance. As soon as these fine men spotted Zhang Ziwen and Dragon Five stepping in, they simultaneously stood up, bowed, and saluted in unison. Their movements were impressively coordinated.
"--Brother--Wen--" Over 200 voices let out, with a startling energy that sent a tingling sensation to Zhang Ziwen's ears. At the same time, his blood boiled with the wave of respect. He let out a breath, taken aback by the tremendous show of regard.
