Yongzhou Inner City, Baihua Building.
Inside the main hall, the noise was deafening, a cacophony filled the air.
Waiters shuttled back and forth, holding menu books, busy recording orders; servants were occupied serving tea and water, welcoming guests, a scene bustling with activity.
He Quan from the Hei Zhao Gang, accompanied by two subordinates, strode into the main hall of Baihua Building, heading straight toward a private room at the far end.
He wore luxurious clothing, not made of brocade or silk, yet exuded an undeniable aura of significance.
Whenever he passed by the waiters and servants, they all nodded and bowed, not daring to slacken.
Arriving at the stairs leading to a private room, he paused and slightly bowed to an attendant dressed as a family servant.
