This man was insane!
Suppressing the faint pain in his back, Tabler maintained a polished smile as he led Tai Yu and Ming Fan toward the Reception Room.
Ran Ming tried to follow, but Tai Yu smilingly pushed him away.
The Reception Room was actually a compartment between the current cocktail party venue and the later banquet venue, with direct passages to both. Those two passages were currently locked from the inside.
To enter the Reception Room, they could only leave the cocktail party venue, go around outside, and enter through the so-called main entrance.
The three of them crossed the cocktail party venue together without drawing attention.
At a special public occasion like a cocktail party, everyone maintained the relaxed air of socialites. Well-dressed luminaries gathered in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing with a few listeners lingering at the edges; or two people would whisper privately, naturally conveying a clear "keep away" message.
In any case, the distinguished guests had generally confined all forms of social interaction within limited bounds. No matter how poor their relationship, they could trade verbal barbs, but red-faced, neck-vein-bulging arguments were out of the question—let alone coming to blows.
Especially for a "respectable person" like Tabler, who had long since secured his own niche. He was a social creature; at this stage, nearly all his value in life had to be realized through social circles.
He had to remain "respectable." Even if he would bleed his opponent dry with one cut after another once they left, he still had to abide by the proper conventions on an occasion like this.
But Tai Yu was obviously different.
Tabler tried to analyze Tai Yu's logic while maintaining his usual polished smile and attempting to draw him into deeper conversation. Multitasking was routine for