"The boss is here," one of the girls said. Hua, startled by the memory of the boss's last instructions, hurriedly rushed downstairs. In the lobby on the first floor, she met the boss head-on.
"Boss..."
But before Hua could finish her sentence, the boss swept her into his arms. From his tipsy demeanor, it was clear he had been drinking heavily.
"Hehe! Come on, let's go to my office!"
Indeed, this balding middle-aged man was none other than Pang Guang, the owner of the Dreamdora Nightclub.
Pang Guang... what a fitting name.
Seeing the tattoos and knife scars on Pang Guang's body, it was clear that he was a gangster. And rightly so, for otherwise how could he manage such a large nightclub?
