Fang Qingyu and the other five stood in the dimly lit corridor.
The air was filled with the scent of cheap perfume.
They had already carefully searched the dance floor on the first floor, all the private rooms on the second floor, the office area on the third floor, and the utility room on the fourth floor.
Not a single person in sight.
"Damn, this is really strange!"
Old Qin spat harshly and scratched his head irritably, "Those four bastards definitely just came out from the second floor. There has to be something fishy about this place! There can't just be those four guards, right?"
Qi Hao frowned, his eyes scanning the tightly closed doors of the private rooms on both sides: "Qingzi, could there be a hidden room or passage in the private rooms? Like in the movies?"
Fang Qingyu's gaze was calm.
His eyes slowly swept over the tightly closed doors of the private rooms on both sides of the corridor.
"Search."
He uttered just one word.
The group immediately dispersed.
