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Meanwhile, at the Qianhuan High-class Club.
Unlike usual, tonight's Qianhuan was bustling with many times more activity.
Almost every private room had guests, all the waitresses had changed into new uniforms, and every nook and corner began to be tidied—apparently, they were expecting someone.
A young waitress nudged her colleague nearby, "Hey, what's going on tonight? Why are there suddenly so many people? Could there be some explosive news?"
"Look at you with that goofy face," her colleague smacked her on the head and lowered her voice, "Haven't you heard? Young Master Jue is coming soon! Geez, ever since Empire Jue booked a private room, I don't know who let it out, but our front desk's phones have almost been blown up!"
"Young Master Jue? Empire Jue... Is it Mo Nanjue?!"
"Of course! Who else could it be!"
"Ah! Is it true?!"