As night fell, Dreamfire Bar was buzzing.
Rhythmic music thrummed from all directions, a beat like a drum pounding against the eardrums.
The crowded booths were a cacophony of voices, with not an empty seat in the house. The air was thick with the mixed scent of harsh liquor, cloyingly sweet fruit, and cheap perfume.
"All drinks tonight—on Young Master Wang!"
Suddenly, as if on cue, the MC at the back of the stage bellowed into his microphone.
In the blink of an eye, the whole place erupted, and figures all around cheered.
"WOO!!"
"Long live Young Master Wang!!"
"Thanks, Young Master Wang!"
The crowd roared, shouting with excitement.
A young, haughty-looking man in flashy clothes crossed the main floor with several suit-clad bodyguards, disappearing into a private room on the second floor amidst a chorus of envious and fawning goodbyes.
Lu Chao watched this scene from a distance as he walked through the entrance of the bar.
