A man with a smile on his face walked in, "President Lan Yue, my apologies for coming uninvited. My situation is somewhat special and I need the Elder to make an exception."
As he spoke, the man took out a bulging money pouch, opened his hands to show he was harmless, and slowly approached the table, emptying the Gold Liras from the pouch onto the table with a slow motion.
Lan Yue's eyes narrowed; this pile was at least five hundred Gold Liras, but her expression gradually turned cold. "Guest, in Dragon Capital, even the Princess must follow the rules of our Gourmet Association."
Ma Liu looked at the man, not focusing on his appearance but using spiritual sense to perceive him. To a chef's eye, it was like assessing ingredients. A twisted sense of discord emerged, with a sharp aura hidden beneath a seemingly gentle and harmless smile.
"Can't you make an exception?" the man asked, chuckling nonchalantly.
