The night was silent and empty, its streets deserted.
But for many entertainment venues, the nightlife was just beginning.
As Gonzalez City's largest entertainment center, Bronze Sparrow Terrace rarely saw visitors during the day.
It was only after eight in the evening that its doors truly opened for business.
Not until sunrise did the guests start leaving, one by one.
Night after night of revelry, drowning in a haze of drunkenness and gold.
At that moment.
Julius Reed put on Aron Jackson's mask, leading Terry Moore and Karen to the entrance of Bronze Sparrow Terrace.
"Mr. Reed, this scene, it looks so familiar!"
Terry Moore, following closely behind, hands confidently in his pockets, carried the air of a boss.
He was already muscular by nature, and now in a black tank top, his imposing figure was unmistakable.
From a distance, he exuded an aura of dominance.
And with the cheap, oversized plastic gold chain from Karen around his neck, he looked even more like a boss.
