The golden chair shimmered with lustrous pearls, looking incredibly lavish.
That was the Dragon Throne, a chair only the Crown Prince could occupy.
Although it was in the center of the clubhouse, no one dared to sit on it.
Because that was the Crown Prince's place.
Even if guests came to the Crown Prince Clubhouse and saw the chair, they could only look at it, dry-eyed. There had been an instance where a drunken individual carelessly sat upon it,
and that very night, every trace of that person's existence was eradicated.
A factory worth tens of millions also went bankrupt the same night.
Although unspoken, everyone knew these were consequences of offending the Crown Prince.
No burial ground for the dead!
Since then, no one dared sit on the Dragon Throne ever again.
Those who visited the Crown Prince Clubhouse just looked and dared not entertain other thoughts.
At this moment, however, Tang Zhong looked at the chair with a different mindset.