At this moment, it was the peak period of the nightlife, so the entire bar appeared very lively. Countless young men and women were constantly twisting their bodies, venting the madness in their hearts along with the music, expressing the depression from their work during the day and dissatisfaction with their bosses. In the booth seats of the bar, men and women sat, their eyes searching the crowd for prey, apparently planning to find a man or woman to spend a night with.
The myriad facets of life were clearly displayed here.
In contrast to the noise and excitement on the first and second floors of the bar, the third floor seemed incredibly quiet, with no sound from downstairs being heard at all. Burly men wearing suits and earphones stood on both sides of the stairs and corridors, their eyes scanning the surroundings like eagles. It was almost a post every three steps, a sentry every five, making it so that not even a fly could get through.
