Inside the hall, everyone was engaged in conversation, when suddenly, the two meticulously carved European-style doors were opened by two muscular men in suits and sunglasses.
Following them, twenty to thirty tall and strong men, all dressed in suits and sunglasses, entered through the doors.
These twenty to thirty men, upon entering the hall, formed two lines along the sides, standing solemnly, and then politely lowered their heads together, saying in unison, "Welcome, Young Master Zhu!"
The scene was akin to welcoming a powerful figure from the underworld.
Everyone in the hall turned their gaze towards the doors.
Amidst the respectful welcomes of the suited men in sunglasses, a man in his thirties walked into the hall.
His hair was slicked back, shiny and smooth, and he wore sunglasses, even at night.
He had a roguish smile on his face, clearly a spoiled rich kid.
"Brothers, find a seat," the man said to the assembled suited men in sunglasses.
"Yes, Young Master Zhu."
