Bright lights shone on the clean floor.
Shop signs, piled upon one another in their eagerness to present themselves to customers, filled the interior of the shopping mall,
Most of these signs used neon lights, their dazzling brilliance like flowers clustering together in spring, striving to exhibit themselves to any potential customers passing by, vying for attention in their splendor.
This was a bustling mall.
A man in a silver suit stood before these shops, his gaze fixed on their closed doors and the captivating signs, "That woman actually shut down such a prosperous mall for something like this."
"Mr. Thorne, Heish, that woman, is short-sighted, occupying a high position with no matching talents, and has now even offended the Consortium. She is bound to die sooner or later. Only an outstanding and capable intermediary like you, Mr. Thorne, can sit in the Dense Forest Bar, and become the cornerstone of the entire underground world of Vitland."