Yeying.
The name of a well-known nightclub in the Inner City District.
Stepping inside, the rapid rhythm from the subwoofers hammered against your chest, making your heart beat a little faster.
The bassline coiled around eardrums like a python wrapped in a chainsaw. When the synthesizer shrieked through the air, the crystals of the chandelier shattered the light into a multicolored haze, a diamond dust mist that fell with a rain of champagne upon the dance floor.
The hazy atmosphere only added to the allure.
Tall figures and alluring scents acted like a drug, making every cell in one's body thrum with excitement.
Men and women swayed to the music, their bodies moving as shrill screams occasionally pierced the air.
Intoxicating!
Wild!
Indulgent!
This was the rhythm of the place.
"Brother Wuh!"
Li Zhixuan tugged at his collar, taking a deep breath of the doctored air and grinning broadly.
"You're really splashing out today, bringing us to a place like this!"
