A man in his thirties sat on the sofa, wearing an expensive dark gray suit. He had a slim build, a retro slicked-back hairstyle with a touch of gray at the temples, and his handsome features radiated strong confidence.
A young man with a long ponytail was waiting by his side. Besides them, there were a dozen robust men in black suits in the room, of varying skin colors. Most stood against the wall, with only a few sitting, casually chatting while subtly observing the middle-aged man's demeanor, indicating his status.
Moments later, the door of the private room opened.
A man in a silver suit, wearing sunglasses and with graying hair, walked in with a smile, followed by two tall and burly white bodyguards.
Upon seeing the middle-aged man, the man in sunglasses forced an exaggerated fake smile and reached out for a hug:
"Hey~~ Chairman, what brings you here? The KTV isn't open yet. I'll arrange for some ladies to accompany you right away..."
"No need, I don't hug dead men."
