Judicial Bureau, Prison Gate.

One of the managers of the Tasting Commerce Association, Ulat, walked out of the prison gate slowly.

His elegant tailcoat had long been replaced by a black and white prison uniform, yet he still maintained his own elegance. He held a wooden stick as a cane, standing tall with his back straight, striding out of the prison gate.

Compared to his calm demeanor in the face of danger, the bloodied and blurred figure behind him appeared extremely embarrassed.

Ten Directions Blade.

He was also bailed out by the Tasting Commerce Association, but compared to Ulat, who, although embarrassed, showed no signs of injury, Ten Directions Blade was utterly miserable.

His body was covered in scars from whippings, with whip marks crisscrossing his prison uniform.

Covered in blood.

An Nishang didn't kill him, but she certainly didn't let him off easy. The torture in the prison's punishment room had left Ten Directions Blade somewhat dazed.

Ulat looked indifferent as he glanced back, spotting a figure watching from a high place not far away.

He knew.

That was An Nishang.

When the Tasting Commerce Association took action against An Nishang's arms deals, they were prepared for her revenge.

But who would have thought that An Nishang would only send out one of her playthings, yet manage to make the dignified manager of the Tasting Commerce Association so humiliated?

Ha ha.

It's truly surprising.

Car, parked outside.

It had been waiting for a long time.

Ulat got into the car, and Ten Directions Blade was also taken away by someone.

Another manager, Ubirus, was sitting inside the car.

Ulat spoke calmly: "What was the price for my rescue?"

"Two million in bail."

Ulat frowned slightly: "Two million? Would she really let me go so easily?"

Ubirus was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "And an entire Horus Grand Casino."

Ulat's pupils contracted suddenly, as if realizing something, he said with slightly trembling fingers: "What did she do?"

Ubirus let out a long breath, gritting his teeth: "That crazy woman set a big fire, burning down the entire grand casino. During the blaze, explosions occurred, and not only was the grand casino burned, but it also collapsed."

If it had only been burned, it would have merely cleaned out the grand casino's grandiose decor, but the overarching structure would have remained.

It's hard for a fire to penetrate reinforced concrete.

Since An Nishang decided to destroy the entire grand casino, she naturally couldn't leave the other side a chance to repair it.

Not to forget she placed some explosives inside; under the violent explosion, the entire grand casino crumbled, leaving only a scene of chaos.

Even though he was somewhat prepared for it, hearing what the woman did still made Ulat's heart tremble slightly.

"This woman is truly ruthless," Ulat said, his lips curling into a smile.

All the way, the two didn't speak again, although Ubirus seemed several times like he wanted to say something but forcibly stopped, remaining silent.

Ulat seemed to sense something, slowly exhaled a long breath, and after mentally preparing, he said calmly: "Does the general manager have something to say to me?"

Ubirus was silent for a while and nodded: "Yes."

"The issue isn't resolved yet. Pandora's Kiss has already been exposed for everyone to see. The entire association's reputation has suffered greatly, and many people are using it to attack the association…

Unless the Pandora's Kiss issue is resolved, the subsequent losses the association will suffer will be even greater."

Ulat was silent for a moment; he seemed to have guessed the solution, and perhaps also why the association bailed him out so quickly.

But he wasn't panicked, and there was no fear in his eyes, only a trace of resignation.

Watching the scenery outside the car rushing backwards, he let out a long breath.

Ubirus continued: "The general manager is planning to host a welcome dinner for you."

"Hmm."

Silence ensued, until the vehicle arrived at the headquarters of the Tasting Commerce Association.

Ulat got out of the car; General Manager Chang Yan'ang stood at a high vantage point, watching Ulat.

"General manager."

"You're back."

They greeted each other calmly. All the managers of the Tasting Commerce Association were present, each casting complex and unique glances at Ulat.

Within the same system, they are mutual competitors but also capable allies against outside forces.

To climb to this position, each person has their own unique, arduous path.

It's hard to avoid a feeling of shared sorrow in such a moment.

They didn't say much else.

Following the general manager's steps, Ulat returned to the meeting room, where a servant brought out a meal, Ulat's favorite red wine, a medium-rare steak, and a bright red lobster.

Top-tier luxury.

The lobster alone would cost an average person in the Ninth Special Zone several years of expenses.

Ulat didn't refuse, elegantly fastening his napkin, picking up the knife and fork to cut the steak, putting it into his mouth, tasting the lobster sautéed in butter.

Sipping the red wine, he relished the wine aroma that spread through his mouth and throat.

All the managers who witnessed the entire scene remained silent.

After he finished eating.

Chang Yan'ang personally brought a bowl of noodle soup, with a few dumplings floating in it.

Ulat recognized the noodles but not the dumplings.

"General Manager, what is this?" Ulat asked, a bit puzzled.

Chang Yan'ang replied: "In my spare time, I like to study folk customs of the civilized world. I once read a book recording some world-famous folk customs, which had a saying that the yellow people from a distant oriental country believe in having dumplings when getting in a vehicle, and noodles when getting off.

I found the way to make dumplings, and made them for you.

Dumplings for boarding, noodles for alighting.

A send-off for friends coming and going.

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