The night was as dark as ink, and the moon painted a picturesque scene.
At the entrance of the club's main hall, guests who were originally engaged in drinking and chatting suddenly saw a car's headlights approaching from a distance. A car drove directly towards the club, prompting everyone to cease their conversations and turn their gazes toward the vehicle, puzzled expressions emerging on their faces.
It seemed they wanted to see who had the audacity to drive right up to the club with such grandeur.
Gradually, under the guests' watchful eyes, Ye Fan, driving an Audi A6L, arrived on the road in front of the main hall of the club. He pressed the brakes, and the car slowly decelerated.
Hmm?
As the car stopped, the guests could clearly see with the help of the lights that it was an unremarkable Audi A6L and that it did not bear an impressive license plate.
This discovery almost convinced them that the person arriving was not someone significant.
