As night fell, the Huangpu Guard was brilliant with dazzling, flowing lights.
As the most upscale and luxurious restaurant in all of the Huangpu Guard, Jufu Pavilion had long been a den of opulence, a magnet for the nouveau riche, powerful officials, and other distinguished figures.
The pavilion was packed with distinguished guests, their wine cups clinking in lively toasts. The ceaseless strains of string and wind instruments mingled with the rich aroma of food and wine, punctuated by the joyous laughter of women.
Despite the bustling atmosphere, everything was perfectly orderly. No one dared to cause a disturbance. After all, everyone knew just what kind of figure stood behind Flower Square.
