Chapter 232: To the Ultra-Wealthy

Having procured the card, he snapped his fingers.

"Server, approach for a moment!"

A server from two tables away promptly obliged. "Good sir, how may I be of service?"

Mr. Black slammed the stack of cash onto the table. "Nothing required; consider this a $10,000 tip."

The server: "..."

Adam: "..."

Evan: "..."

This Mr. Black must have recently escaped from a mental institution!

Yes, the youths accompanying him were likely his fellow escapees!

"So?" Evan regarded Mr. Black and his entourage with an amused expression. "So, by virtue of wealth alone, we must relinquish our seats?"

"Precisely!" Mr. Black remained arrogant and overbearing.

The youths at his side adopted intimidating stances, hands on hips.

"I comprehend the reasoning," Evan nodded, a wicked grin upon his lips.

He then leaned closer, whispering instructions to Adam.

Upon grasping Evan's directives, Adam promptly retrieved his phone, cupping the mouthpiece as he placed a call.

Simultaneously, the club owner, engaged in jovial

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