Back at Glory, the night was far from over.
Deafening music continued to shake the walls of the nightclub, while colorful lights swept across the crowded dance floor. Laughter, drunken conversations, and the clinking of glasses filled the air.
To the patrons downstairs, it was just another night of indulgence.
But upstairs, behind the closed doors of the private rooms, something far more dangerous was unfolding.
Gui Zhongmin leaned comfortably against the backrest of a velvet couch.
Three women surrounded him.
The blonde sat closest, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol she had consumed. The other two were laughing over something he had said.
"You're quite the charmer, aren't you?" the blonde giggled.
Gui Zhongmin smiled.
"Only when I'm in good company."
She laughed and traced his arm with featherlight strokes.
"Then perhaps we should stop talking and have some fun."
Her hand began moving toward his chest.
Gui Zhongmin caught her fingers gently.
"What's the rush?"
