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Mu Yuyan departed with a rigid countenance, not looking back. That cold expression of hers would make anyone feel as though they owed her millions and refused to repay it.

"Remember to do the experiments! My company is counting on this formula to earn its first pot of gold!" Qin Tian provoked with a final taunt.

Roar!

The only response was the white exhaust fumes as the BMW sped away, thundering into the distance until it disappeared at the road's end.

After the BMW vanished, Jun-zi awkwardly emerged from his corner, chuckling nervously. "Young Master, I apologize... I truly didn't expect CEO Mu would stoop to following someone. It was careless of me, terribly careless..."

"It's not your fault," Qin Tian waved dismissively. "You've performed well these past few days. All the tasks I assigned were handled properly. Tonight, gather your brothers and head to the Xian Zhi Lian Club for some enjoyment."

Wow!

At the mere mention of Xian Zhi Lian, Jun-zi's eyes brightened instantly.

He had been curious about how the Young Master had rescued someone from Black Dragon Society's stronghold and was about to inquire, but now Qin Tian's sudden decision interrupted his train of thought.

Who cared about asking questions now? Going to Xian Zhi Lian was the priority!

Half an hour later,

A long procession of luxury vehicles serpentined along the asphalt road, gradually halting before the entrance of the Xian Zhi Lian Club like a majestic dragon coming to rest.

Passersby stopped in their tracks, witnessing this lavish spectacle with silent awe.

Setting aside the stretched Maybach, just the dozen-plus Mercedes AMGs alone exceeded thirty million in value!

Who could this be?

What manner of person commanded such grandeur for a simple club visit?

Perhaps the chairman of some listed corporation making a personal appearance?

They didn't even venture to guess which wealthy heir this might be—the display was too overwhelming, far beyond the casual indulgences of ordinary rich young masters.

Jun-zi, dressed in a black suit, disembarked and walked to the rear door, opening it reverently as he bowed. "Young Master, we have arrived."

Only then did Qin Tian emerge with measured steps.

The moment his visage appeared, onlookers—including the club's greeters and the attendants who rushed out to witness the arrival—all found their eyes suddenly brightening.

"Heavens! He's so handsome! Which young noble is this? Such striking features and such an impressive fleet of cars!"

"He smiled at me! I'm dying! I wonder if he'll choose me tonight? What if he requires special services? Should I agree or should I approach him directly?"

"Such magnificence! Over a dozen luxury vehicles, more than forty bodyguards, and still so young! I only applied light makeup tonight... I must go back and touch it up!"

Amidst these exclamations, with two bodyguards clearing the path, Qin Tian entered the grand hall of Xian Zhi Lian.

The hall manager, dressed in a traditional qipao, promptly approached, greeting him with utmost courtesy. "Welcome, distinguished guest. I am the manager of Xian Zhi Lian. May I have the honor of serving you?"

Anyone capable of managing this establishment of decadence was well-versed in the art of human interaction.

The moment she beheld Qin Tian, it wasn't merely the dark sea of bodyguards that impressed her—his understated yet sophisticated suit and that transcendent aura immediately commanded her respect. She instinctively lowered her position, addressing him with an almost humble tone.

Qin Tian inquired curiously, "What services do you offer?"

The manager recited with practiced familiarity: "Distinguished guest, our Xian Zhi Lian comprises five floors. The second floor houses bathing facilities, including therapeutic hot springs and communal bath pools. The third floor is our leisure area, featuring various snack buffets, fruit platters, and an entertainment center. The fourth floor is dedicated to massage services, with technicians of various grades at your disposal. The fifth floor is our rest area, with private rooms and individual hot spring bathing services."

Qin Tian nodded. "What's the cost for the fifth floor?"

The manager smiled awkwardly. "Different services command different prices."

Qin Tian frowned. "I'm asking about reserving the entire fifth floor."

"Ah?" The manager started, alarmed, but observing Qin Tian's demeanor, she dared not be presumptuous. "For one evening, it would be one hundred thousand."

She had never encountered anyone booking the entire fifth floor before, so naturally there was no set price. The figure of one hundred thousand for a night was calculated based on the floor's maximum daily revenue.

"One hundred thousand for a night? That's expensive," Qin Tian remarked with surprise.

The manager hastened to explain, "Distinguished guest, our fifth-floor rest area employs..."

Her explanation remained unfinished—the critical words about discounts hadn't even escaped her lips—when Qin Tian continued:

"Never mind the details, I'm not interested in hearing them. Let's book it for a month. Do you prefer a check or cash? I can provide a check immediately, but cash might take slightly longer as the bank will need to count it and have it securely transported here."

Gasp!

With that statement, every attendant and technician in the grand hall was left stunned.

They had thought Qin Tian was merely wealthy, but now they realized—this was no ordinary rich man.

He was a veritable god of wealth!

Spending money like water!

Then, under everyone's astonished gaze, Qin Tian withdrew a checkbook, wrote rapidly, tore out a page, and handed it to Jun-zi. "Here's twenty million. Take Manager Zhang to collect the money. The remaining two million is yours to handle—distribute bonuses to our brothers."

Jun-zi held the check with Manager Zhang, both already beaming with excitement.

It was common knowledge that Jun-zi and Manager Zhang had been sharing ambiguous flirtations, though they had yet to take the next step.

Today was different. Qin Tian's arrival, his impressive display, and his casual dispensing of millions changed everything. Just the commission from this month-long reservation would earn Manager Zhang hundreds of thousands.

What did this mean?

It meant becoming a millionaire overnight!

At her age, Manager Zhang naturally didn't aspire to entangle with Qin Tian, but that didn't prevent her from continuing her liaison with Jun-zi.

As long as she could retain such a magnificent patron as Qin Tian, Manager Zhang was prepared to do whatever it took!

Her gaze toward Jun-zi grew increasingly alluring, transmitting undisguised signals of interest.

The dozens of bodyguards, each embraced by the young technicians who eagerly approached them, boarded the elevators.

Without exception, including Jun-zi, the group of bodyguards looked upon Qin Tian with profound gratitude and loyalty.

Did anyone truly believe Qin Tian had nowhere else to spend his money?

That he'd come here to frivolously throw away twenty million just to play the role of a big spender?

He wasn't that foolish!

Recently, especially those bodyguards other than Jun-zi had been tracking and monitoring day and night, terrified of missing even the slightest crucial information. Though their wages were substantial, the intensity of their work was indeed frightening, and they had likely been harboring discontent.

At such a time, proper consolation was necessary.

Give money directly?

That wouldn't work!

Not everyone was like Jun-zi, possessing unwavering loyalty.

Often, excessive money breeds not absolute fidelity but greed.

The principle of "a quart of rice earns gratitude, a bushel of rice incurs resentment" was something Qin Tian understood well.

Bringing them out for entertainment, giving them face, providing bonuses—enjoying both women and wealth—this was the true way to secure the loyalty of these bodyguards!

Of course, the main reason was that Qin Tian knew exactly who the hidden owner of Xian Zhi Lian truly was!