"Crack..."
A sharp snap of breaking metal rang out, and the locking bolt flew off.
Yang Yong kicked the iron door open and stepped inside.
The next second!
Piercing music slammed into him like a physical force, leaving his eardrums numb.
The deep bass of disco music pounded against his chest, beat after beat, forcing even his heart to follow its rhythm.
Yang Yong froze on the spot.
Didn't I just step into...
A pharmacy?
His gaze swept around...
Spinning colored lights, swaying figures, and a cloying mix of liquor and perfume filled the air.
A bar.
A garishly lit bar, so noisy it was suffocating.
How was this possible?
Yang Yong's gaze was involuntarily drawn toward the center.
A broad sofa stood there, with a woman sitting on it...
Blond hair, blue eyes, and a figure so voluptuous it hardly seemed real.
Her long legs were crossed, their pale skin dazzling in the dim light.
On the table before her stood a long lineup of drinks.
One glass. Two. Five. Ten.
Yang Yong's heart sank.
He quickly scanned them...
Thirty glasses, fifty, eighty...
Finally, the number struck his mind like a sledgehammer:
One hundred and eight glasses.
All neatly arranged, all filled to the brim.
The amber liquid glinted coldly beneath the lights, like a row of executioners waiting to carry out a sentence.
What was this about?
Before he could speak, the beauty spoke first.
Her voice was seductively sweet, yet carried an unquestionable chill, like iced honey water...
Sweet, but cold enough to freeze his teeth off.
"Finish all these drinks, and I'll let you leave."
She paused, her red lips curving upward. "Come on. Begin."
Yang Yong felt his mind buzz.
What was going on?
Something this brutal right off the bat?
He instinctively lowered his