After the bartender left, Old Yang lowered his voice. "You stay here. I'm going to dig up some intel."
He seamlessly pasted on an enthusiastic smile, picked up his wine glass, and rose to join the high-society members in their chatter and revelry.
Zhou Chen sat by the bar, silently sipping his drink and analyzing the current situation.
'The core members of this Volcano Farm Club are all from the Blood Race, which makes it look like a private club for their revelries. The owner is most likely a member of the Blood Race as well.'
'For so many creatures of Darkness to be lurking in an international metropolis like Hong City, all of them influential members of high society... It looks like Hong City has long been secretly infiltrated. It's not nearly as wonderful as it seems on the surface.'
