All eyes turned to one spot—a young man dressed in strange and flamboyant attire, leaning back nonchalantly in a chair, with his legs crossed and fingers constantly digging into his nostrils. He then casually flicked them away as if nothing had happened.,Then, Wang Lin randomly picked a seat and sat down quietly waiting. At the same time, Zhang Meng, who had finished admiring the scenery around him, also followed suit and took a seat.,For a moment, the hall was deathly silent. Not a single person dared to make a move. But just then, everyone heard that middle-aged man speak again.。