There was a woman sitting alone in the corner, about 1.68 meters tall, wearing a sleeveless sapphire blue dress. The dress was clearly made of high-end silk, with bright golden metal pieces embedded on her rounded shoulders, emanating a cold, elegant luster under the dim, ambiguous lighting.
The woman's entire body was leaned into the oval-shaped dark red sofa, with her long legs crossed over each other. The small round table in front of her was filled with empty Budweiser bottles. Her slender right hand held a thin lady's cigarette between her index and middle fingers, not smoking, just letting the pale blue smoke linger in the air.
Although due to the distance and lighting, Chu Ge couldn't see the woman's face clearly, he instinctively believed that judging by her vibe, her looks wouldn't be bad at all.
While Chu Ge was observing the woman, a man walked over to her. Predictably, the man considered this woman to be tonight's target and intended to make a move.
