"We've arrived."
The hover car stopped in a secluded corner on the 70th floor of the underground.
After the two alighted, Qiao Long led the way, entering a noisy bar; with a simple wave of his hand, the two brawny men with tattooed arms standing by the entrance stepped aside to make way.
Inside the riot of bright lights, booming sounds, decadence, and chaos, the girl hid herself beneath her hood and mask, her gaze sweeping over the venue with a hint of curiosity taking in the crowd indulging in the revelry.
But soon, Qiao Long led her through the dance floor, opened a small door at the side, and entered a chilly corridor.
With a click, the door closed behind them and the raucousness from outside was immediately muffled.
"Please follow me," he said in a gravely tone, seemingly returning to his usual self.
