In the dance floor, the rhythm gradually grew powerful.
Obviously the DJ knew that the pretty Pink Band, which had just performed with good strength, had called up quite a bit of emotional resonance among the customers, yet the ambient temperature had dropped somewhat; thus, he chose a more intense way to let the customers vent their emotions while simultaneously driving the atmosphere of the scene back up.
This was the confidence of a skilled DJ who could control the entire venue.
Stripping off his suit jacket and wearing a tailored white shirt, An Yang had a very upright figure. He was not exceptionally tall, but still considered tall among southerners. Shielded by the shirt, his upper body did not show the rugged, bulky muscles of a muscle man, yet it likewise gave people a very sturdy and reliable feeling, which, paired with his calm and poised demeanor, made it very easy for people to spot him at a glance amidst the dimness.
Especially in an environment where overall dimness was mixed with dazzling, mesmerizing lights, not many girls would look at a man's face; even if they were to look, they would look at what clothes he was wearing and what watch he was wearing.
Thus, the moment he entered the first-floor venue, An Yang sensed several gazes lingering on him, carrying a covert aggressiveness.
An Yang pursed his lips and said nothing, low-covertly telling An You and Xiao Xueer beside him to mind the steps.
One had to admit that most girls had hardly any great demand for sex, yet there were also some girls who would come to bars with the purpose of "hunting for beauty"—especially in this society where life pressure was growing ever greater, and the metropolis where the pace of life was getting ever