Logan Howlett (Second Update)

The passionate music and fiery dancing were admittedly a little intoxicating for ordinary people.

But after his curiosity faded, Jerry found it rather noisy. He did not particularly like this kind of environment; it had only seemed interesting at first because he had never experienced it before.

"Let's get down to business!"

Watching Erik and Charles enjoying themselves, Jerry spoke up to remind them.

Charles gestured to Erik, who smiled and pulled two American bills from his pocket, waving them at the gorgeous woman dancing in the middle.

The woman's eyes immediately lit up. Swaying her hips, she walked over and crouched before the three of them with the seductive grace of a water snake.

"Handsome guys with cash can enjoy a private dance in one of the private rooms!"

As she spoke, she deliberately stressed the word "private," clearly hinting at something.

"Then let's go to a private room."

Jerry found the place increasingly noisy. It would be better to discuss business somewhere quieter.

At his words, the woman's face blossomed into a smile. She gracefully rolled off the table with a soft sideways flip and led the three of them toward one of the large private rooms inside the bar.

Unlike the private rooms in ordinary restaurants, which had large tables and sofas, the décor of this specialty bar's private rooms was extremely "atmospheric." Not only was there a bright red bed in the center of the room, with all kinds of alcohol placed beside it.

Even the glass opposite the bed had been replaced with one-way—or rather, semi-transparent—glass.

Looking through the glass across from the bed, Jerry could clearly see everything happening in the main hall outside, but the people outside could not see anything happening inside the private room.

Now he understood what these rooms were