Rong Xianning avoided the Nine Dragon Association's trackers and took a taxi to the convention center.
The gala will be held here tonight.
The parking lot is filled with top-notch luxury cars, making him seem out of place arriving by taxi.
The organizer's staff at the gala greeted him at the door—a young woman in her early twenties, whose eyes lit up upon seeing the handsome young man in a white suit in the night.
"Rong Xianning?"
Rong Xianning removed his mask, "Hello, I'm Rong Xianning."
"I didn't expect you to really come, that's wonderful."
The girl's gleeful eyes conveyed that she was a fan of Rong Xianning.
The gala was about to start and the crowd was increasing; the place where Rong Xianning stood was quite eye-catching, attracting frequent glances his way.
The girl immediately said, "Come with me."
She led Rong Xianning in through the back door and arranged a lounge for him.
