It was already two in the afternoon when Basil Jaak and his crew leisurely walked out of their private room after their meal, just as they bumped into the crowd from A No.6 private room.
Leading the group was a young man and a woman. The man was tall and handsome, his hair dyed a trendy shade of purple, though it rendered an odd, non-conforming look. The woman was exquisitely attractive and seductively lanky. A squint of her eyes, a furrow of her brow, and she exuded an inviolable aura of sanctity. Yet, a bite of her lip, a blink of an eye, and she would transform from a pristine goddess into a devilishly bewitching enchantress. Such a woman was absolutely lethal.
"That woman is a prime piece, what a pity she's wasted on some pig!" Ghost unabashedly revealed a look of lust as he watched the woman, whispering in Basil Jaak's ear with a smirk.
