When they came out of the bar, ticket checks for the inner area had already begun.
The group of six followed the crowd slowly toward the ticket gates.
Moli and Ke Ke were still talking about the drinks they had just had, but their gazes kept drifting uncontrollably toward Tang Song.
There was no helping it.
Luna's Moments post earlier had been far too shocking.
It was much more direct—and much scarier—than some man sitting at a drinking table bragging about being a boss, a Second-Generation Rich, or how much he was worth. Then they looked at Tang Song.
Baseball cap, camouflage jacket, cargo pants, AJs.
His outfit was no different from theirs.
Yet there was an indescribable sense of discord.
It was as if he was clearly standing right there, yet shrouded in a layer of mysterious mist.
On the other hand, A Fei and Da Cheng had already completely hit it off with him.
They talked about stage lighting and sound equipment.
Then about the band lineup and whether a big-name act would really appear as tonight's finale.
Then they went on about the venue construction and how Yancheng's cultural tourism events had become increasingly impressive over the past two years.
They chatted as they walked, and the atmosphere was even more relaxed than before.
Soon, they reached the entrance.
Metal barriers divided the passage into two streams.
One was for inner-area ticket holders, the other for audiences by the side of the venue.
Security guards stood at the entrance holding glow sticks, constantly waving people along.
Some had scarves wrapped around their faces as they looked down at their phones. Some excitedly held up their tickets for photos. Others stood still, repeatedly looking back.
In the distance, the lights on the main stage had all come on.