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There was also other gossip, including Noblewomen fighting over gladiators.

White and the other two sat in the back of the Flying Car, listening to the two discuss these matters without finding it strange at all. The three of them had long understood the privileges enjoyed by Aquamarine Empire nobles.

Moreover, the powerful figures in the Alliance played even more extravagantly than these nobles. They simply did not make it public.

To a certain extent, the powerful figures in the Alliance held greater power and acted even more recklessly than the nobles of the Aquamarine Empire.

Paradise Island was open day and night, and with the Noble Council convening, even more nobles had come here to have fun.

"Viscount Bart, this is a small gift from our boss." As soon as Bart's Flying Car stopped, a dedicated account manager stepped forward and presented Yang Bo with a card.

"Are you looking down on me? I came here to spend money, and now your boss has to pity me?"

Allen chuckled from the side. "The boss is paying you first so you won't blow this place up later."

"It should still be blown up if it needs to be. We came here to have fun, and if I'm not having fun, I'll burn this place down." Sure enough, Bart's outrageous words nearly made the dedicated account manager cry.

"These three are my employees, and they're also top scientists. Treat them well and make sure nothing goes wrong." Yang Bo let White and the other two go have fun on their own.

White and the other two left curiously. The Alliance actually had places like this too—high-end clubs.

"Where are we going now?" Allen, that Dead Fatty, looked as though he had been pent up for days.

"Do you have no ambition