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In the bar, where lights flashed and music blared, everyone danced tirelessly as though injected with adrenaline, their drunken eyes half-closed, enjoying the chaos. Walking around a corner, there was a familiar figure at the bar, surrounded by a group of gangster-like people.
"Isn't that Minister Fisher? What's she doing here?" Maeve couldn't believe her eyes; Vivi Fisher had always been an ethereal goddess in her mind.
How could such a person be in this den of iniquity, indulging in revelry? Maeve rubbed her eyes, thinking she had mistaken someone else for Vivi.
"Excuse me, excuse me, make way." Having confirmed she wasn't mistaken, Maeve hurriedly stumbled over, pushing through the gang that was hassling Vivi Fisher.
"What, you trying to cut in line?" A punk with dyed yellow hair grabbed Maeve's collar, tilting his head and chewing gum arrogantly as he spoke.
