In the club's spacious lobby, in the plush VIP seats, Li Du was sipping his wine.
He sat right next to the fistfight and continuous howling, with dozens of men locked in a scuffle, beating each other up.
Li Du sat there quietly, holding a crystal glass of wine in his hand. He raised the glass, and as the seven-colored lights shone, the wine sparkled with colorful luster.
It was beautiful. It was dazzling.
Behind him was a group of pretty girls who looked harassed and scared. The girls drew to the corner of the VIP booth, huddling together and shivering in fear.
Li Du thought that if someone took a picture of the scene and posted it on the Internet, they could become a web celebrity even more popular than his little pets.
The scuffle was so abrupt that he didn't expect the drunk Tucson men would fight so violently, and he didn't expect the bad luck to meet such assholes on his first night at this club.
