The deserted street was silent, the night club that was bustling in the early hours now resembled a stagnant pool, pitch dark everywhere, tranquil and mysterious.
Traces of fighting from the first half of the night disappeared, and the thugs previously hidden in the courtyard were gone too, leaving the night club lifeless as if devoid of people.
Suddenly, a shadow flashed by, agilely climbing up to the second floor of the nightclub.
This is the staff resting area of the nightclub.
The shadow crouched by the second-floor window, carefully using a tool to cut a circular hole in the glass.
As the shadow reached into the hole to open the window, a metallic object pierced through the glass, aimed straight at the shadow like a flash of lightning.
The shadow swiftly ducked, evading a fatal strike.
At the same time, the pitch-black nightclub suddenly lit up with floodlights as bright as daylight, exposing the shadow under the light.
A burly man in a security guard's uniform.
