Inside the bar, the roar of noise was like a physical tidal wave.
Young men and women, in pairs and small groups, weaved through the mesmerizing lights, surging toward the booths and the dance floor.
Most of the patrons at the bar were alone, silently drowning their sorrows.
"A week ago, something big happened in the Hongyi Society."
"The boss, Lord Peng, decided to retire from the life."
From the far right of the bar, a fruity cocktail was pushed in front of him.
Xiaoyang's tone gradually relaxed as he started chatting about the Hongyi Society's affairs.
"Perfect timing, too. The Young Master, Peng Zhao Hui, just got back from studying abroad in Yao Capital, the capital of the Alliance Country. It's obvious he's meant to take over."
"But some of the society's elders don't seem to agree."
Xiaoyang took a sip of his cocktail, a hint of satisfaction on his face.
Lu Chao, sitting beside him, nodded slightly and continued to listen.
"And then?"
