Indeed, it lived up to its reputation as the top-tier nightclub in Jiquan City; unlike typical clubs that were loud and rowdy, a pianist here played Chopin's Nocturne under the golden lights, instantly elevating the classiness of the place with the melodious piano music.
Oddly enough, save for the pianist and the service staff who walked back and forth, not a single customer was visible in the golden hall. The two middle-aged men Wuming had seen at the entrance were nowhere to be found.
Wuming looked up and understood; all around the upper level were private booths. When the service staff opened the doors, he could vaguely hear bits of conversation, suggesting that the customers had all entered the private booths.
"Good evening, sir, may I ask which room you have reserved?"
At that moment, a male waiter dressed in a tailcoat approached Wuming and asked with respectful courtesy.
