At that moment, inside a luxurious private room.
At the dining table, a man in a silver suit with glasses was holding a wine glass, bowing his head and toasting with deference, "Sir, rest assured, the matter handed down from above will certainly be handled perfectly by the boss and me!"
The speaker was none other than Zhang Yao, the manager of Linlang Pavilion.
However, the target of Zhang Yao's ingratiating toast was a mysterious person in black, wearing a hood, sitting across from him.
But this person in black simply sat in their own seat, silent, without even lifting their head, merely sipping tea on their own.
Seeing that the person in black was not giving him any face, Zhang Yao's expression immediately became somewhat embarrassed.