Xiao stood next to the pastry table, not interested in the sweets, rather scanning the club room and making sure there was no suspicious activity, though taking a mental note some ladies at a nearby table were gawking at him.

Xiao sighed to himself, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, almost looking like a delinquent with his intimidating aura. He couldn’t help but look outside the tall, detailed windows, seeing the garden maze just up ahead.

“How many more hours of this…?”