At this point, the two had reached a heavily guarded private dock along the Han River.
A large yacht, four stories high and approximately 60 meters long, was docked there, its lights dimly flickering. Uniformed waitresses in black stockings could be seen walking around.
After confirming the reservation name, a girl with looks rivaling that of a Korean Air flight attendant stepped forward, smiling as she guided the two onto the yacht.
The first floor of the yacht was an open kitchen for visitors to view, while the second, third, and fourth floors were dining areas—the second floor a hall, and the third and fourth floors containing separate booths and private rooms.
Even with Tyrant Security's intervention, they couldn't secure a booth; they only managed two seats in the second-floor hall. Fortunately, they were window seats, and Zhou Wang didn't think it was bad at all.
