Night,
Eleven o'clock.
At this time, most people are either asleep, or lying in bed scrolling through their phones, while some who are pushed to their limits by their jobs are still working overtime.
But for some, the nightlife is just beginning.
Pai Street.
Celestial Dance Bar.
Fang Zheng paid by scanning the QR code and got out of the car, turned around, frowned at the LED sign with its kaleidoscope of shifting colors, and shook his head instinctively.
He had a clear plan for his future.
Relying on resources from the Otherworld to practice martial arts while doing business—training to strengthen his body and guard against unexpected events, accumulating wealth for a prosperous life, handling both pursuits with equal diligence.
All he sought,
was stability and affluence.
If it wasn't absolutely necessary, he would never want to associate with some unsavory types.
