Wan Donglin bellowed, "Everyone get out!"
The room fell silent immediately.
Despite their alcohol and nicotine-induced daze, they all continued to giggle.
"Young Master Three, what's wrong?"
"Young Master Three, let us sisters serve you..."
"Out! All of you out!"
The women, confused by his sudden change of mood, dared not defy him and filed out, cursing under their breath.
The room reeked of smoke, alcohol, and blaring heavy metal music. The music, in particular, seemed to carry an ominous whiff of death. Its volume was astonishing; the entire room felt like it was vibrating.
It was a wonder how anyone could tolerate such noise; their ears must have been close to going deaf.
Yan Xixi felt like she was suffocating. She couldn't bear it any longer and, taking a step forward, turned off the music.
Wan Donglin glared at her. "Yan Xixi, didn't you want to leave? Fine. If you want to leave, I won't stop you. But first, strip and swing on that swing for me..."
