South Sea, Demon Club.
In the ballroom, Demon members paired up, swaying gently in the hall.
This is ballroom dance.
Unlike those classes costing a few dozen bucks, where lonely men and women use dance as a pretext for seeking excitement, this is different.
This is a true ballroom dance.
The dance is just a medium, they use the guise of dancing to quickly deepen their acquaintance.
They are like flirtatious couples.
Clearly knowing that each of them has their own agenda, yet still willing to accompany the other for a dance.
Because they, themselves, also have something they desire.
A dance worth a fortune.
Li Yang stood alone on the topmost balcony, looking down at the demons in the ballroom.
He held a glass of red wine in his left hand and a cigarette in his right.
A gentle breeze blew by, scattering the smoke and tousling his hair.
The dance floor at the Emperor Nightclub, open to the public, is seen as a place for mere mortals by those demon capitalists.
