Tyrannical CEO Lin Qiye

Black Wutong Club.

As night fell, the neon signs of Dotonbori lit up one after another beneath the dim sky. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor of the Black Wutong Club, they cast a unique glow over the blue-purple restaurant.

Yurina had wiped every table in the restaurant spotless. After a busy day, she sat in a chair and let out a long breath.

Just then, a young man in a dark blue sequined jacket sat down across from her and quietly watched her.

Yurina had only met this new host today. Even with her sharp, picky, professional eye, she could not find a single flaw in Amamiya Haruki's appearance. In her heart, Amamiya Haruki's raw qualifications as a host were only a hair below Lin Qiye's.

And that slight difference was because he lacked Lin Qiye's faint yet unmistakable aura of a king.

"Brother Amemiya, do you need something?" Yurina asked in confusion when she saw Amamiya Haruki staring at her.

Amamiya Haruki froze for a while, then shook his head. "N-No, it's nothing. You just look a lot like... a friend of mine."

"A friend?" Yurina thought for a moment. "Was that friend of yours a girl too?"

"No... he was a man."

"...That's so rude," Yurina muttered under her breath.

Clap, clap, clap!

Uncle Kyosuke clapped a few times, then walked over to the group with a smile.

"It's time to open. Rising stars of the host club world... are you ready to welcome the cheers and passion of our esteemed female customers?"

Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow. He seemed not to understand what Uncle Kyosuke meant and did not answer.

Amamiya Haruki silently lowered his head and stared at his toes, pretending not to hear him.

Only Xiao Jin lazily raised a hand and