Los Angeles, a five-star bar:
Men and women were crazily swinging to the heavy metal music.
Wang Hao glanced at the name of the bar, then straightened his collar and strode in.
At that moment, hundreds of onlookers surrounded the bar counter.
Among them were ordinary citizens and white-collar workers, as well as nobles and tycoons holding billions in assets.
However, right then, they were all doing the same thing.
They were staring with wide eyes at a woman mixing drinks.
The woman had flame-like hair and a fiery red dress tightly wrapping her perfect figure, accentuating every curve and sketching out a perfect S-line silhouette.
"Oh, My, God! The Poppy Queen is actually mixing drinks herself, what an eye-opener!"
The scent of alcohol, and an even more beautiful person!
She was a top-notch beauty; any man who saw her would want to prostrate himself at the hem of her pomegranate dress.
