"You're letting me in? That's great!"
Qin Hao stood up with joy on his face, walked over, and shook the henchman's hands warmly, "Thank you, my friend. By the way, what's your name? Would you join Brother Long and me for a drink tonight?"
"No problem, no problem..."
The henchman chuckled heartily, any doubts in his heart vanished. After giving his name and leaving a phone number, he respectfully saw Qin Hao in.
Entering the door, Qin Hao tossed the slip of paper with the number into the trash can, the smile on his face slowly turning serious.
He scanned the surroundings and noticed that there were many passageways in the bar hall.
Among them were areas for private rooms, disco zones, and so forth.
"Hey, it's quite a large setup here."
Qin Hao sneered, his gaze locking onto the "massage area."
Under normal circumstances, any place offering massages is worth suspicion.
Especially in such a cesspool of vice, "massages" become even more suspicious.
