Russell was panting furiously, feeling an increasing dizziness in his head... to the point that he could hardly stand.
He reached out to support himself on a table but accidentally knocked the beer tower over.
When the beer at the top hit the floor, the liquid sprayed out, covering the ground.
Meanwhile, the elegant and composed middle-aged man at the door calmly closed it and locked the room. His left hand was behind his back while his right grasped a broken beer bottle as if it were a dagger.
Russell's blurry vision gradually became clear.
He fixed his gaze and at last made out the man's features.
Standing in front of Russell was the bartender he had seen earlier at the front desk asking for directions.
Cui Que had mentioned before that Glass's bodyguards were not from the Hive Nightclub. Moreover, they hadn't detected Russell's presence from the surveillance...
"... was it then?"
