He was wearing a red robe.

Red clothing is supposed to be a festive and cheerful color.

But when he wore it, it inexplicably exuded a sinister and bloody aura.

I don't know what the people below said, but the eyes under the mask narrowed slightly, and there was a cold chill in them.

"Since we can't get in, let's lure the people inside out. Someone will eventually find out what's going on inside."

"Yes," the man on the ground shouted in response.

The person in the seat of honor then said, "Also, it's been too quiet lately. Let's choose a few places to liven things up. The first one will be Lufeng City."

"Yes, sir." The person on the ground accepted the order, got up, and quickly left.

Only the seated person remained in the empty hall.

A moment later, a low laugh rang out.

"It's quite interesting, isn't it? This is good, at least it won't be so boring."

The next moment, his eyes widened and turned cold as he pressed the switch on the armrest of the chair.

The stone chair then sank down.

A moment later, the stone chair floated up again, and everything returned to its original position, but the person sitting on it was gone.

In mid-December, just in time for the Chinese New Year, Wei Man Zhai in Beijing finally opened for business.

Both Yun Zhiyi and Princess Fu'an are decisive and efficient.

Once the decision was made to open Wei Man Zhai in Beijing, they immediately began taking action.

Princess Fu'an had numerous underground businesses and was considered a well-connected person in the capital. It didn't take long for her to find a very suitable restaurant.

Without Yun Zhiyi, the restaurant could not have been transformed into something like Weimanzhai in Lufeng City.

So only simple repairs were done.

Most of the staff, including the chefs, were recruited directly in Beijing.

In any case, the secret of Wei Man Zhai lies not in the dishes, but in the ingredients.