The woman serving Duanmu Ci was no angel either. Upon hearing Zhou Qi instruct her to disrobe, she did not hesitate and immediately complied.
Zhou Qi was even more formidable than Duanmu Ci, and she didn't dare to offend him.
Under the moonlight and gentle breeze, the woman began to dance.
Zhou Qi, Duanmu Ci, and the bodyguards standing behind, Akun and Da Dong, watched the woman intently, their eyes filled with lecherousness.
"Alas, in the end, it's nothing more than banal mediocrity," Zhou Qi sighed suddenly, turning his head to look at Duanmu Ci.
When he turned his head, the dim light from the table lamp finally revealed his face.
If Chen Yang had been here, he would have recognized the man as Zhou Qi from the Zhous, whom he had previously encountered at the Qi Wu Assembly.
Back then, Zhou Qi had wanted to beat up Chen Yang because of Qiu Menglei, but instead, he got a beating himself, losing face completely.
