Yang Fei was comfortably reclining on the sofa at that moment.
Beside him were two women, one a blonde with a slender and graceful figure, the other lazily cat-like with emerald green eyes.
Under the dreamlike lights of the stage, the two beauties were dancing.
The lights in the hall gradually dimmed.
Yang Fei had several drinks, but his eyes remained clear. He wasn't so tipsy as to lose his composure.
What intrigued Yang Fei was the subtle murderous aura emanating from the two women.
Moreover, they clearly concealed weapons on their bodies.
"Who wants to deal with me?"
Yang Fei was really curious. He had just arrived, and someone was already targeting him. This was indeed something worth investigating.
A few minutes later, Yang Fei's eyes were hazy, looking intoxicated without really being drunk, as he followed the two women to the third floor.
The long corridor on the third floor was lined with authentic Persian carpets, decorated with exotic patterns.
