Tonight, Holy Angel Bar, the entire security detail mobilized.
Decked in suits and fully armed, they imposed martial law in every direction within a three-mile radius centered on Holy Angel Bar.
Without a special pass or an invitation, no one was allowed to proceed.
About a quarter of an hour.
The car stopped at the entrance of Holy Angel Bar, and the waiter stationed at the door respectfully opened the vehicle's door.
Zhang Xiaohao got out, Cheng Qingsu naturally hooked his arm.
"Sir, please come this way," a female server said respectfully.
"Hmm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded and, along with Cheng Qingsu, followed behind her into the foyer, heading toward the elevator.
"Huh! Something's not right, why do I detect a faint scent of blood here?" Zhang Xiaohao wondered to himself.
His Soul Power stirred, sweeping outwards from him to the surroundings.
