"Ladies and gentlemen, the charity gala will officially begin in fifteen minutes, please enter the venue in an orderly manner..."
"Sir, would you like a drink?"
"Oh, Mr. Rio, long time no see. What business are you in now?"
"South Continent? Hahaha, pardon my frankness, now is a great opportunity to make a fortune in the South Continent. I've already bought a ship ticket to Krit Port for next week, going to the southern regions to make money. The most dangerous Dragon-man Tribe has been driven away... Shh, don't tell anyone else, this is insider information."
Fisher lightly pressed down on his gentleman's hat, very discreetly making his way toward the center of the venue.
Although he walked, his robust body easily pushed through the crowd, creating a small pathway. Just as people began to notice someone was pushing through to find out who it was, Fisher had already moved quite far away.
