Night had fallen.
In the bustling center of Haicheng City, the surface dazzles brightly. But in the dark corners where moonlight never reaches, filth and squalor hide.
The truck driver Li Daming held five million in hand and was spending lavishly.
He had not only paid off his gambling debts but could also afford to splash out at the informal nightclubs.
In a luxurious private room, he was flanked by a pair of sister flowers, drinking high-end red wine and singing, quite the life of the party.
Drunk as a lord, he grabbed a handful of softness and said, "It's you girls who are sexy and beautiful. That Xu Xingluo just has good fortune despite her scrawny figure."
He chuckled mischievously and pressed his lips to one of the beautiful girls.
Reeking of alcohol, the girl played along with a few coquettish gasps and joked, "Brother Daming, the Xu Xingluo you're talking about wouldn't happen to be the ballet goddess, would she?"
"Of course it's her, she even likes to pad her chest."
