Inside the room,
a middle-aged man typing on a laptop had just finished a session and picked up the coffee next to him to take a sip when suddenly a tremor occurred.
The coffee almost splashed out and stained his clothes. The man also coughed hurriedly. He quickly put down the cup.
In each room, in each compartment, everyone felt a tremor. But it quickly returned to calm.
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Inside a private room.
A large round table was covered with various dishes—stir-fries, soups, roasts, and more, seemingly covering all sorts of cuisines.
At the edge of the table full of dishes, there was only a small figure sitting there. Her black hair draped over her shoulders, slightly curled up at the sides into two knots. The strands of hair trailed down. She wore a close-fitting black silk coat, which gleamed faintly under the light.
Knock, Knock, Knock...
After a gentle knocking, a waiter walked into the room with a tray.
"Your abalone and morel mushrooms."