After playing for almost an hour, everybody gathered at the table again.
There was a limit to a person's stamina. Apart from Luke, the stamina freak, the others were excited and exhausted.
Luke felt it was interesting to come here and let loose every now and then.
This was different from fighting. After all, the only BGM he had was a Buddhist chant that wasn't for dancing, but for killing people.
When it was almost four in the morning, everybody got up and left.
Han sent Kelly home, and Luke had the club arrange a car for him and the two girls. In any case, it was just a small matter of adding another figure to the bill.
The car soon reached Williamsburg, and Luke escorted them into the building.
This was the sort of old apartment building that was very common in New York. One couldn't say it was decrepit, but calling it run-down wouldn't be an insult either.
