"Isn't it just a black card?"
"Does it really have that much energy?"
The onlookers whispered among themselves, their eyes darting between the kneeling manager and the young man holding the turtle. The scene was baffling.
"What kind of card did that guy just show? How could it make the restaurant manager drop to his knees instantly?"
" maybe it's the restaurant's VIP card?" one diner speculated.
"Get real," his companion scoffed. "I have a VIP card for First Ink. I don't see the manager kowtowing to me when I walk in. He barely offers a discount."
"I've got it!" another observer whispered excitedly. "This restaurant is owned by the Azure Cloud Group. Maybe that cardholder is a high-ranking executive from the headquarters?"
"Even so, isn't this too much? A man's knees are gold; he sh
