There were no loan sharks collecting debts here, and no fighting or killing.
In the large private room of more than 100 square meters sat more than ten men and women, the women dressed uniformly in revealing clothes, giggling and serving drinks beside men. On the tea table, besides the abundance of alcohol, there was also a dish of white powder.
Chi Enen's face suddenly turned pale.
Even if she were naive, she could guess what that dish of white powder was.
She attempted to bolt for the door.
But the man who grabbed her had no intention of letting her go. He stood up, blocking the door. With ill intent, he reached out and touched Chi Enen's face, "Yo, younger sister, just arrived and already thinking of leaving?"
Chi Enen wished she could chop off his hand, but knowing her disadvantageous situation, she understood that force was futile. Two fists can't beat four hands, especially not when there were more than a dozen people inside.
