Chen Xiao was even more surprised.
A committee?!
Doesn't that mean... Gonggong was once... a card player?!
“Not only me, but also Zhu Rong, she was also a flower card player.” Gonggong seemed to smile: “However, after that time, Zhu Rong had changed. She was no longer that gentle and innocent little girl. She had changed a lot, to the point that she was somewhat unfamiliar to me. I can see that people only change their temperament after experiencing pain.”
"After all that talk... you still haven't gotten to the point." Chen Xiao smiled wryly, "That collar, and the commission..."
"These things, I said I didn't want to say, I wouldn't tell you, so I won't say them." Gonggong suddenly refused very firmly: "Chen Xiao, you shouldn't get involved in these things, not only for my sake, but also for yours! However, I still have to tell you, since you've decided to join the Service Society, but... you don't need to hate the club. Although your parents' deaths are related to the club... the club is a large organization, which doesn't mean the club is evil. As for the Service Society, I've also said... it's hard to say it's righteous, at least, during the time I was a member of the committee, I saw and heard too many things."
The United States always sees itself as the world's policeman, waving the banner of justice everywhere... But is the United States truly just?
Chen Xiao understood this principle without Gonggong needing to explain it.
Just... a club?
In any case, it's really hard for Chen Xiao to feel any affection for the club.
"There are also fifty-four cards in the club! The organizational structure is very similar to that of the service company. After all... perhaps Old Tian told you that the club was a branch that split off from the service company more than a century ago."
So... fifty-four cards? "I've said what I needed to say. The rest is up to you. This is your life, your path. We old folks really want to protect you, but... ultimately, you have to walk your own path." Gonggong smiled. "I just hope that no matter what, you won't be extreme, that you'll maintain a balanced mindset, and that hatred won't let it cloud your judgment! I hope you'll always remember this!"
"I will remember." Chen Xiao nodded, but... whether he would accept it in his heart was hard to say now.
After talking for a while, Gonggong looked up at the night sky and said, "Go back. They definitely still have something to say to you."
But just as the two stood up, they suddenly saw a white luxury car slowly drive up the street of the abandoned street. It actually drove directly into the pedestrian street and, under the watchful eyes of Chen Xiao and Gong Gong, slowly drove to the entrance of the coffee shop.
Chen Xiao noticed that Gonggong's expression changed slightly when he saw the white car!
And the license plate of this white car... wasn't a combination of numbers and letters, but rather...
A weird face!
Gonggong's gaze was solemn as he and Chen Xiao stood there, coldly watching the car stop in front of them.
The car door slowly opened, and first a white ceremonial staff was extended from the car, followed by a man stepping out of the vehicle.
The man was wearing a white suit, a white top hat, and even a white tie. A white handkerchief was sticking out of the left pocket of his suit jacket.
Even his leather shoes were white!
His skin was also very fair, but not in a pale way; rather, it was fair and clean, giving him a healthy appearance, and his features were very handsome.
Even stranger is...
This man was wearing gloves.
The white, pristine silk gloves looked exquisite and luxurious.
"Good evening, you two." His voice had a slight nasal tone, as if he had a cold, but it made his voice even more magnetic. "It's Thursday today, isn't it? Can you accept my request?"
He took off his top hat, smiling broadly, and gently touched his nose with the white glove in his hand.
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The man smiled elegantly, his eyes full of laughter. This expression, this posture, this manner... suddenly reminded Chen Xiao of someone—the Jack of Spades, Thunder Fox, whom he had met at the service center!
The same elegance, the same handsome appearance... and the same affected manner.
He didn't speak, but merely scrutinized the other person. Gonggong, standing beside him, raised an eyebrow, looking at the newcomer with a hint of displeasure: "White gloves?"
"White gloves?" Chen Xiao looked at Gonggong.
Gonggong stared coldly at the man without turning his head, but explained to Chen Xiao as if on purpose: "The guy from the club... Hmph, every organization has likable people and some unlikable ones... Without a doubt, for most people, this gentleman belongs to the latter. As for 'white glove,' that's his code name... It's like the nameplates for a service agency's committee. However, in the club, it's not called a committee, but an adjudication council, composed of eight senior members. As members of the adjudication council, they are all codenamed with gloves of various colors."
The man in white seemed completely unconcerned that Gonggong had revealed his secrets to his face. He even gently pulled out a white handkerchief from his pocket, covered his mouth, and smiled.
His smile was deceptive—he didn't seem very old, perhaps a young man in his thirties, with fair, clean-cut, and handsome features. When he smiled, there was even a hint of shyness in his eyes, as if he were a well-educated scion of a noble family. He covered his mouth, looked at Gonggong, and said with a smile in his eyes, "Gonggong, after all these years, it seems you still know the club very well."
As he spoke, he deliberately sighed, "Alright. Now is not the time for catching up... May I come in? I heard that the requirements for clients here are not very strict. Whether I come from a club or a service agency, I am the same as a client who comes to your door, right?"
Gonggong didn't speak, but looked at Chen Xiao with a questioning gaze. The meaning was clear: You are the agent. You're in charge here.
Chen Xiao hesitated for a moment, then nodded and stepped aside: "Please come in."
When the group entered the coffee shop, Lao Tian, Zhu Rong, Xu Ershao, and the others had already put away the mahjong table.
Upon seeing the white-gloved man enter, Lao Tian and Zhu Rong quickly exchanged a glance, and then both of them frowned simultaneously.
"Xiao Xu, you can go back now." Old Tian waved his hand.
Xu Ershao was an extremely intelligent man, and he immediately nodded, "Okay!" He got up and left without hesitation. As he passed Chen Xiao, he whispered, "Take care of yourself, brother!"
Chen Xiao smiled slightly.
White Gloves glanced at Lao Tian, then at Zhu Rong, and leisurely sat down on a sofa: "It seems we're all old friends. How have you all been these years?"
Old Tian shrugged: "It's alright, just living a life of leisure and waiting to die."
Zhu Rong simply rolled her eyes.
"So, now that we've exchanged greetings, can we begin discussing business?" The man in white gloves, still wiping his mouth with the white handkerchief, glanced at Champagne and the fat man. "Could those of you who are just passing by please leave?"
Champagne immediately puffed out her chest and smiled smugly: "I'm a waitress here, not some random person."
The man in white gloves nodded, then frowned and looked at the fat man.