On the third floor of the Mask Cat Club, a spacious hall is furnished in extremely solemn and majestic.

If there were great nobles from the Delun Empire's capital, they would have been surprised to find that the furnishings of this hall were almost exactly the same as those used when the imperial queen Margaret III ascends the throne ceremony.

In front of the huge, heavy throne, an equally large, heavy camera stands.

The two reporters with the best photography skills of the Tulum Port Post carefully debugged the camera's lens and carefully placed the expensive negatives into the camera.

A tall and thin old man with a goat whisker was wearing a royal robe that was exactly the same as at the ceremony of Margaret III's ascendance. He held a crystal ball in his left hand and a scepter in his right hand. He sat upright on the throne, trying his best to pose in the same position as Margaret III's famous oil painting of "Ascendance to the Throne".

Two old men, who were also wearing custom-made royal robes and were both old, were busy on the side, carefully helping the goat-bearded old man tidy up the imperial robes, and trying their best to take care of every fold on the imperial robes exactly like the famous oil painting.

In the hall, there were more than a dozen other men from forty to seventy years old sitting beside each other, chatting comfortably and waiting - they were all wearing custom-made, fitting royal robes that were exactly the same as those of the old man sitting on the throne!

This is a group of "rich and idle people" who are in a vain and infamous way in Tulun Port.

Last month, Viglar, Duke of Ross, and the new seven-member committee of Tulum Port, the new council, and the new council officials took a large group photo on the steps in front of the city hall.

After this group photo was published in the newspaper, it had spread throughout the Delun Empire in just half a month, causing a wave of imitation - photos are much more trendy and interesting than oil paintings, and the clarity and accuracy are all things that oil paintings cannot compare to beauty!

To be precise, photos are more ‘historical value’ and more ‘preservation value’.

Inspired by this, these old guys who were idle and frustrated, and didn't know who had an idea, came up with an extremely exciting idea - they set up such a hall on the third floor, dressed it exactly like the famous Grand Ceremony Hall in the imperial capital, and then each customized a set of imperial robes to recreate the scene of Margaret III's ascending the throne!

They themselves played the protagonists at the throne ceremony and were preparing to use their cameras to leave this "historic scene"!

If you have money, you will be quick to do things.

It took only four or five days to decorate the hall and the customized royal robes were worn on them. The guys made an appointment today and planned to take photos one by one here and keep them for a private collection.

A beautiful woman in a tuxedo and beautiful face silently pushed open the door, walked to the old man who was sitting and chatting, round and smooth, white and plump, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

The fat white old man was stunned, then nodded with a smile: "Ah, it's interesting, so interesting! Dear brothers!"

The fat white old man stretched out his left hand and shook his finger gently.

On his left ring finger, a huge golden ring shone with dazzling light. On the ring face of the ring, a black snake that was chasing and swallowing by itself was inlaid with a small black diamond. A '∞' pattern was clearly visible.

The badge representing the mysterious organization "Al" was made into a ring by the old man and put it on his fingers openly.

After careful observation, in this hall, except for the two busy photographers, everyone was wearing such an exaggerated and exaggerated ring on their fingers, highlighting their identity as an "Al member".

The old man shook his fingers proudly and laughed loudly: "You will be interested in interesting things... Someone is here to sell the personal information of Little Tifa of the Vitu family. Ha, guess who will it be?"

More than a dozen idle people chatting widened their eyes at the fat white man.

Even the old man who was posing on the throne and the two companions who helped him sort out the royal robe looked here.

The fat white old man shook his head proudly: "The person who sent the message to buy this news was from the three provinces adjacent to Tulun Port, and the group of nobles from noble births... and the person who was preparing to sell this news was our Young Master Qiao!"

‘Wow’!

More than a dozen idle people applauded and cheered at the same time, and each stood up excitedly.

Unloading the police helmet, wearing a black cloak, and a dark opera mask. Joe followed a cool maid wearing a rabbit ear headdress and followed the stairs to the third floor of the Mask Cat Club.

Just now, after he whispered to the female bartender at the counter, he was taken to a locker room. After asking for his opinion, Joe chose such a set of clothing that was hidden and cramped.

While leading the way in front, the maid kept turning back and throwing her gurgling eyes at Qiao: "Sir, you are so burly and tall, Tulun Port, it is rare for you to be a strong man."

With a faint fragrance, the maid stuffed a firm little card to Joe: "My name is Grace, and I live in Coconut Alley next to Palm Tree Street. There is my door number on it... For you, my door will always be opened!"

Grace's tender little hand squeezed Joe's arm hard, and then made an unknown laugh.

Qiao widened his eyes, looked at the small card in his hand, and laughed dryly a few times.

The pink little card was pinched in his hand, as hot as a burning soldering iron, and Joe wanted to throw it away. But seeing the Qiubo who kept swaying Grace over, Joe struggled to stuff the little card into his pocket.

"Ah, hahaha, Coconut Lane, that's a good place!" Qiao laughed a few times.

Grace smiled and brought Joe to the third floor. She whispered: "Dear sir, the first floor of the club is for the public, and anyone can enter and exit at will and consume at will."

"But all the facilities on the second floor, only annual card members and friends brought by annual card members, are eligible to enjoy... Annual card members, the annual membership fee is 100,000 gold marks. You can consider it, there will be great value for the service!"

"On the third floor, only lifelong members, or some more special members, or VIPs who spend a certain amount of money can climb to the third floor. You may consider recharge one million gold marks and you will automatically get a lifetime membership."

"The service on the third floor is absolutely dreamy... Don't you want to try it?"

Joe continued to laugh dryly.

The third floor of the Mask Cat Club, the interlaced corridors separate a fully enclosed private rooms of all sizes. Outside each door with a serious look, there are guards standing solemnly.

In the corridor, the clothes were cool, and there were many charms of men and women wandering around between their eyebrows, like hard-working little bees, constantly sending various delicacies and wine into independent spaces.

The maid took Qiao to the corridor for several turns. When Qiao was almost confused, she stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor.

A maid pushed open the door and brought drinks to the private room.

In the half-open door, a strong smell of cigars floated out, and then a hysterical and obscene laughter came out.

"Any woman has weaknesses, whether it is a noble or a civilian woman, whether it is a rich woman, or a poor woman, whether it is a pure girl or a mature woman, whether it is a pure and elegant woman, or she is as beautiful as a slutty as a bone."

"Women, any woman, have weaknesses."

"No woman cannot conquer, no woman cannot play with it. It depends on how much you put in and how much capital you put in. As long as you put in your heart and as long as you are willing to cost, all women in the world can become your pet and your play-making thing!"

A loud voice yelled in the room, constantly causing a burst of warm cheers and applause.

"For example, Miss Tifa, who looks like an iceberg beauty, is from a good background, rich family, and is actually a rare official judge... Such a woman looks very rare, right? According to the eyes of you guys, you must think that this woman is very rare!"

"But, for me, this woman is not hard to get!"

"It's nothing more than a matter of energy and cost... As long as I know her preferences, as long as I prescribe the right medicine for her weaknesses... Who will have a bet with me? As long as I get the information I want, after three months, after I get the information I need, at most three months, I can give her a cute little life in her belly!"

The maid who led the way looked at Qiao gently and laughed softly, "Cute sir, we are here!"

Under the dark mask, Qiao gritted his teeth silently.

Just now on the black card, Joe was surprised to find that someone was collecting information about Tifa’s preferences... He was curious about who was collecting these things through the Al organization.

That's why he reminded Lan Mujin and Lan Kikyo after a few words, pretended to sell information and came here with the maid.

Sure enough, he heard these dirty words that made him feel endless anger out of thin air, and heard these vulgar languages ​​that were extremely disrespectful and insulting to women in the world, especially Tifa.

"Grieved" a few times, and Joe asked in a low voice: "It's them, offer a reward for Miss Tifa's information?"

The maid gave Qiao a charming look: "You all the honors inside are extremely noble guests. They... have a strong financial resources... If your information is very scarce and real, the price can be negotiated."

"Yes, the price can be negotiated... Go to Yaolu Street and report my name, the price can be negotiated."

Joe giggled,
Chapter completed!