"Bang!" echoed a sound.
Rong Yan kicked the door open, her left leg numb from exertion, and walked in calmly amid Gu Ming's astonished expression.
Her kick was so decisive and forceful that it stopped everyone inside in their tracks, their gazes uniformly turning in her direction.
It was Rong Yan's first clear view of the interior—a room as large as an apartment, with all sorts of amenities.
Billiards, card tables, a bar, and even a karaoke setup were present.
Beyond that, there was an enormous circular leather sofa in the corner for lounging, with a coffee table in front littered with beer bottles askew, along with scattered champagne and wine. Rong Yan even spotted a gun thrown on top so casually, as if it were an everyday item like a lighter.
There were about a dozen people in the room.
Aside from those engrossed in a game of mahjong, there were several attractive women with fine figures, wearing skimpy clothes, serving drinks and food comfortably seated aside.
