It was broad daylight, still early morning.
When Yang Jian walked into this bar, which was supposedly closed for business, the deafening music blasting from inside immediately made his scalp tingle.
He frowned deeply and glanced around. The place was full of excited young men and women, as though they had no idea what exhaustion was, venting their excess energy amid the music.
I thought this place would be empty after closing down. I didn't expect there to be even more people than I imagined. Are they deliberately covering something up? Yang Jian thought.
But where is Zhang Jian now?
He moved through the crowd, searching for his target, while no one around him noticed a person passing beside them in an almost impossible manner.
At that moment.
Inside a luxurious private room.
A man around thirty, his pale face slightly swollen, was smoking and playing cards with a group of young men and women.
They were playing the simplest game of Dou Dizhu.
"Haha, you still dared play a straight? This round, I'll drink you to death." Zhang Jian laughed as he laid down several cards. "Beat that. Got a bomb? If not, I'll pass."
"Can't beat it."
"Damn it, why'd you play a straight of all things?"
The two young men playing cards with him were in their early twenties, each with several female companions seated beside them. They were all there to drink and play cards with Zhang Jian.
"Three with one. Want it?" Zhang Jian continued playing.
"Pass."
Soon, the last card hit the table. Zhang Jian won the round and grinned as he kicked the bag beside him. "Looks like you're much unluckier than those two guys yesterday. I'll give you ten thousand for every card you beat me with. The money's right here if