The people he brought with him watched him enter, and as was tacitly agreed upon, they withdrew, leaving only Liang Chen standing alone in the chaotic surroundings.
The dance floor in the distance, oblivious to the happenings outside, continued its all-out dance, providing a fitting musical score to everything taking place here and now.
Even in such untidy surroundings, Liang Chen was striking. He looked somewhat relaxed, his posture elegant as though he was taking in some nice scenery. He strolled around those lying on the ground, finally halting in front of a rack filled with all sorts of liquor bottles.
Standing there composedly, he lifted a hand to unbutton his sleeve cuff, and rolled up the cuff of his white shirt slightly.
The entire motion he made was as if he had returned home from a day's work, ready to relax.
But it was only an illusion.
In just an instant, his hand was holding a bottle of wine, which he swung down fiercely onto the person lying on the ground.
