At noon, the sun was shining brightly.
From the dark, damp underground cave to the headquarters building of the True Thought Society, it was only a ten-minute walk.
Fang Cheng went directly to the VIP room on the top floor and had a refreshing hot shower to wash off the remnants of sea salt on his body.
The logistics department of the True Thought Society was highly efficient, not only clearing out unrelated people from this floor early on but also thoughtfully preparing a set of exquisite, well-tailored black linen casual clothes for him.
After changing clothes, Fang Cheng, led by the service personnel, arrived at the restaurant's private dining room located on the west side of the building.
Pushing open the heavy double redwood doors of the private room, a faint scent of sandalwood wafted to his nose.
The spacious restaurant was covered with thick carpet, making almost no sound when stepped on.
