The gathering at the distillery, to be honest, Chen Ze found it pretty boring, with nothing to do, they all just sat there like they were playing a staring contest, Rum silent, and no one else speaking, Chen Ze could even see Vermouth touching up her makeup, though by her face, it seemed to be her natural appearance rather than any incredible disguise technique through magical makeup.
"Manager, these people are so weird," Betty leaned on the counter, looking at Chen Ze.
"Well, after all, it's the Dark Organization, they still have to have some style," Chen Ze thought the Godfather was quite a typical example, referring to those suave mafia members in the movie, giving off the vibe that even gang activities could have such an aristocratic flair.
"It's really strange, I heard from Lord Stan that even in the Dark Council, there are all sorts of odd councilors," Betty glanced at those few guys, Chen Ze's cuisine wasn't ready yet, they still had to wait.
