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At the very heart of Xifeng Base City, the towering skyscraper pierced the night curtain, stabbing straight into the heavy darkness.

The Xinglan Club occupied the top floor.

Neon light spilled down from the dome, mingling with deafening music, rich alcohol, and fragrant perfume.

A life of debauchery and extravagance was the easiest kind to sink into.

Of course, the "people" here did not refer to ordinary people struggling to make ends meet.

Those who could set foot in the Xinglan Club had always been either wealthy or powerful.

Or they were Noble Clan heirs born with golden keys in their mouths.

They did not need to hide their edge and rein in their brilliance like their elders. They only needed to throw their arms around one another's shoulders and speak without restraint.

After all, if the sky fell, their families would foot the bill and catch it for them.

Yet just as the room's splendor and excess reached their peak, a commotion from one booth suddenly tore through the luxurious clamor.

A youth's sharp rebuke drew repeated glances from the surrounding guests.

A business tycoon who often visited the club frowned and set down his glass.

Displeasure showed on his face as he said heavily to the waiter beside him.

"Go, call your manager over. All this racket—what kind of behavior is that?"

The waiter did not dare delay. He bowed in acknowledgment and hurried back backstage.

Before long, the Xinglan Club's manager came jogging over, his face piled high with an apologetic smile.

"President Zhang, I'm truly sorry to have disturbed your enjoyment. Your entire table's bill is on the house tonight, as an apology."

The moment those words left his mouth, President Zhang's expression darkened even further.

"Do I look like someone who can't afford a few