Nighttime, Golden Dragon Hotel on Borderhead Planet.
Virtually every prominent figure on the planet had appeared. Luxury cars gathered in droves, security had been raised to the strictest level, and an area spanning dozens of kilometers in every direction was under lockdown, with security personnel everywhere.
No unrelated personnel were permitted to enter.
Inside the hotel, every man wore a suit and tie, while every woman was heavily made up. Yet no matter how presentable they dressed, they could not conceal the vicious, baleful aura about them.
Clearly, this crowd was not to be trifled with. It could not be said that every one of them was utterly heinous, but they came close enough.
After all, to survive on a place like Borderhead Planet, where fish and dragons mingled and gangs were everywhere, and then climb to a position of power—without some means and a streak of ruthlessness, it was simply impossible.
"I heard this banquet was hosted by Borderhead Planet's newly appointed governor. His name is Yang Budong, and he's a core disciple of the Universe Sect."
"Someone actually dares come to Borderhead Planet to be governor? Is he tired of living? Doesn't he know whose turf this is?"
"Hard to say. A fierce dragon doesn't cross the river without reason. Since that guy dares come to Borderhead Planet, he must have some ability. Otherwise, why would the Medlin Family give him their full support—and even host this banquet for free?"
"Looks like this banquet is no ordinary feast."
"Hmph. When the sky falls, the tall ones hold it up first. Small fry like us had better not make any rash moves. Let's see what the Medlin Family does."
The crowd discussed it animatedly, their eyes flickering. Clearly, they knew this banquet was far from simple. It was a