Lin Feng didn't know how he had left Xue Qingyi's cabin. Walking down the narrow corridor, he felt a knot of turmoil in his heart and decided to go out for some fresh air.
The ship hadn't yet sailed, and the boxing match, the main event, hadn't started. Guests who boarded on the first day were simply looking for some entertainment.
In a bar near the deck, a few scantily clad young women were performing a pole dance on the small central stage, a dance designed to make men's blood boil. The Qingzi Sect had booked the entire cruise ship, so the bars were now exclusively catering to underworld bosses. Anything too tame wouldn't attract business, so naturally, all performances were of the most risqué kind!
Scantily clad women were always a bar's most profitable draw. Already, a dozen or so men with lewd smiles were crowding near the stage, scattering money while shamelessly copping feels from the dancers.
