The white Maserati stopped like a specter at the entrance of the Donghai Hotel.
Donghai Hotel, with its long history, had existed for a full hundred years. Although a hundred years might not seem much in the long course of history, it held a different significance for a hotel.
"Ye Ling, are you ready?" Shen Yuexin asked.
Ye Ling was startled, of course, knowing what Shen Yuexin was referring to. Shen Yuexin was speaking of a society that seemed glamorous, but was in fact filthy and absolutely necessary.
It was rife with power, money, beauties, luxury, but also with despicable, malicious, and deceitful human hearts.
But, would Ye Ling be afraid?
Thud, a foot stepped down. The clothes Ye Ling wore made him look like a prince of the night, his demeanor and vitality elicited admiring clicks of the tongue.
Click click click, the blinding flashbulbs flickered, but Ye Ling was very calm. What kind of show of power was this? It was too childish.
