Style Bar, a well-known bar in District Two, was located near the affluent neighborhood.
Rhythmic music faintly emanated from inside; this was a place where people indulged in night-time revelry. However, today was slightly unusual, as the doorman was no longer just a tall, handsome young man. Two burly men stood beside him, their well-developed muscles straining their T-shirts. Their sunglasses swept back and forth in the ambient light. This appeared to be a small side entrance adjacent to the bar.
Yet the comings and goings of the crowd were accustomed to this scenario. This was the bar's VIP passageway, and as for what kind of VIPs, anyone below the middle class couldn't possibly know.
