On the high seas of the Pacific Ocean, a giant luxury cruise ship "Leviathan" costing more than three billion US dollars is breaking through the dark waves, like a luminous beast dormant in the abyss.
In the panoramic crystal banquet hall on the top floor of the cruise ship, the atmosphere of drunkenness and wealth is so strong that it can make you water. Chaebol bosses in high-end suits, top figures in the entertainment industry, and even a few underground tycoons who have been hanging out on the dark web all year round are all holding wine glasses at this moment, like sharks smelling fishy smell, surrounding the absolute protagonist of the night - Bai Ze, fawning over him.
"Mr. Bai, from now on, the business in Haicheng will depend on you to pluck a few more hairs from your legs!" A coal boss with a sinister face smiled like an old chrysanthemum, and drank the glass of Romanee-Conti in his hand like an Erguotou.
Bai Ze wore a well-tailored pure white tuxedo, gold-rimmed glasses perched on the straight bridge of his nose, and a warm, jade-like smile hanging from the corner of his mouth. He raised his glass, but his eyes behind the lenses looked across the crowd and landed precisely on the quiet man in the corner.
Xu Qi was sitting on a velvet high stool, playing with a goblet casually in his hand. The scarlet wine liquid hangs on the wall of the crystal cup, just like the first mouthful of hot blood pumped from the carotid artery of a virgin. He didn't wear formal clothes, only a loose black silk shirt with three buttons opened at the collar, revealing his collarbone, which was so pale that it was almost transparent.
Gentle and elegant, he looks like a top antique appraiser from some museum.
