The nightclub.
The first floor was a place for blowing off steam, while the second and third floors had private rooms for people to rest.
"Wuh Tian" was a regular on the third floor.
He would hang out with his colleagues on the first floor for a while before finding an excuse to come up to the third floor to rest.
Of course,
he was actually resting.
But others clearly didn't think so.
Inside the massive Rehabilitation Pod, filled to the brim with a pale blue nutrient solution, a bare-chested Zhu Ju lay submerged, letting the fluid soak his entire body, every cell relaxing in response.
HISS...
The door slid open.
The policewoman, Cheng Rong, all made up, walked in pushing a small cart laden with massage supplies.
"Mr. Wuh."
Cheng Rong approached and spoke in a low voice:
"I'll be giving you your massage today."
"Hmm..." Zhu Ju's eyes remained closed, but his eyelids twitched slightly.
"A new scent. Are you new here?"
"Yes."
Cheng Rong nodded.
"I just started."
