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Bai Zhu ignored Milluki and turned into the bathroom.

"I'm taking a shower. Ten minutes. Set everything up."

Milluki jumped up from beside the sofa.

"Why do I have to set it up?"

Bai Zhu stopped at the bathroom door and looked back at him.

"Because you booked this suite."

"This is my room too!"

"Team bonding. Don't be so stingy over every little thing."

"Who's team bonding with you?!"

Bai Zhu raised a hand and pointed at the two cash cases on the floor.

"Tonight's money, fifty-fifty."

Milluki swallowed the rest of his insult and put on a Sichuan opera face-changing act.

"How big does the altar table need to be?"

"Sturdy, clean, and not ugly."

"Now you're being picky!"

"This is a lifelong matter. It deserves some care."

The bathroom door closed, and the sound of running water drifted out.

Milluki stood in the living room, cursed twice, then lowered his head and flipped through the hotel service menu.

"Altar table... altar table..."

"What kind of hotel even has an altar table?!"

He dialed the internal line.

"Send up a long table, White Cloth, three plates of fruit, the most expensive incense, and two candles."

The front desk fell silent for several seconds.

"Mr. Milluki, may I ask what kind of ceremony you're holding?"

Milluki clicked his tongue impatiently.

"Don't ask. Just send it up."

"Would you require assistance from religious personnel?"

Milluki's finger froze over the phone line.

Religious personnel?

Images of Bai Zhu's strange techniques flashed through his mind, followed by that sword that looked nothing like a normal weapon. Cautiously, he crossed that service off the list.

"No. Don't let outsiders in."

"Understood."

After hanging up, Milluki cleared off the table in the middle of the living room and moved his terminal, screens, and cables