The night was deepening, and everywhere on Changhe Road, under the glow of red lights and the verdure of bar signs, men and women stumbled in their inebriation.
In the Night Banquet bar located on a corner of Changhe Road, the air was thick with the scent of alcohol and hormones.
Fang Bonan was sharing drinks with a couple of friends in a private booth, chatting away and boasting to each other.
During the day, he'd been in high spirits because of the news about Fang Bohao being beaten into a cripple.
But come evening, when Liu Mang swapped his Lamborghini for an old, beat-up Princess, his mood ceased to be quite so bright.
Two scantily clad and sexy women sat beside Fang Bonan, blatantly flirting with him in hopes that he'd take them out for some after-hours fun.
Unfortunately for them, Fang Bonan wasn't in the mood, and the beauties failed to pique his interest; he just focused on his drinking.
