A woman and a man entered the private room, one after the other.
After they came in, the multi-colored lights were switched to normal white light.
In the brightness, the disarray in the room looked even more chaotic.
The air was filled with the smell of alcohol, blood, and the scent released by men and women clapping for love.
Seeing these two people, Yang Fan knew the main characters had arrived.
He silently sat back down and casually picked up the high bar stool he had thrown away.
Originally, he thought the man was the boss here, but the woman holding a small bottle of white wine, with evenly-cut short hair, and round glittering earrings, sat down next to Yang Fan.
Meanwhile, the muscular man with taut facial muscles stood with his arms crossed by his belly to the side.
The woman appeared to be not the least bit worried that Yang Fan might suddenly attack her. Their distance was less than half a meter. If she moved a bit closer, they would be touching.
