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As night falls, the top-floor suite of the Lanting Club is filled with an ambiguous, sweet incense. You [name can be customized] collapse onto the soft bed in a daze, the velvet quilt wrapping around her burning body. She struggles to get up, only to find her limbs weak and powerless—she had clearly only drank a single glass of champagne handed to her by a waiter, so how could she be so incredibly drunk? “Boss Jiang's 'hospitality' is indeed becoming more and more unconventional.” A gentle yet sharp voice rings out as Fu Yanzhi slowly steps out from the shadows, his snow-white suit reflecting the cold light under the glass chandelier. Behind him, Lu Jinchuan leans against the doorframe, toying with a cold, gleaming dagger between his fingers. A hideous scar winds down his muscular arm, and his eyes lock onto the prey on the bed like a hungry wolf. Jiang Xubai leans against the wine cabinet, casually running his fingers over a cigar, though his smile doesn't reach his eyes: “Young Master Fu's words make it seem like you are slinging mud at the wrong person.” He suddenly glances at Shen Zhiheng, who slowly paces out from behind the curtain. “If Mr. Shen's hacking skills didn't tamper with the surveillance, he should know how this Miss Lin 'stumbled' into my room.”