The group was respectfully escorted into a spacious private room.
The dim, intimate lighting made them all feel uncomfortable.
Everyone sat stiffly.
Before long, a male came in and bowed.
"My apologies for the wait, gentlemen. If you wish to see the headliner, we'll need to register your identities."
The man spoke humbly, and no one refused.
When it was Shi Zhiyan's turn, he directly pulled out his special unit ID, making the male registrar suck in a sharp breath.
'What in the world is going on today?'
He'd already met two princes from the Royal Family, and now there was a military officer, too?
This made the other two men sitting there seem somewhat unimportant.
"A single headliner might not be enough for gentlemen of your stature. Would you like me to call in a few more to liven things up?" the male said nervously, returning Jensen's breastpin to him.
