"Is the Old Emperor scaring people for fun?"
Yang Ming hurried to the Imperial Palace module, located the building where the Old Emperor was at that moment, and couldn't help but give a thumbs-up, saying, "Now that's how to have fun."
The grand hall had been turned into a nightclub, a popular entertainment venue in the Emperor Star Circle with dance floors, booths, and private rooms complete, where one could see hotly dressed beauties jumping around to the music everywhere.
When Yang Ming arrived, the Old Emperor was sitting at the bar, smiling as he watched the "bartender" juggle bottles.
A few middle-aged men sat on each side of him, appearing to be discussing something with the Emperor, who nodded lightly.
The place looked messy, but the Emperor's personal maids had changed into waitstaff uniforms, subtly forming three or four security rings.
Yang Ming stood by the edge of the dance floor and waited for a while.
His eyes indicated that they were now, quite moist.
