The crowd in the club responded with wild hollers.
Instantly, completely different music with a frenetic tempo started blasting at a massive volume.
One would have to shout in the other person's ear to be heard above the deafening music.
So, Luke could only stop chatting idly with the black-haired beauty.
He was thinking that with everybody starting to get high down here, moving around upstairs would be a lot easier.
The guests seemed to know that the real party was only starting now, and they started to pour through the door non-stop; it was an utterly chaotic scene.
Suddenly, Luke's Quick Reflex picked up an uncomfortable sensation: Someone was looking at him with ill intent.
His Quick Reflex wasn't very sensitive, and could only detect extreme malice specifically targeted at him.
So, there was someone here who wanted to kill him?
Expression unchanged, he simply investigated with Sharp Nose.
