A Japan drunk with wealth and glamour, everywhere songs and dances rise in profusion, throngs of people milling about.

  In the corner of the first floor hall of the womens club, Luoyao got drunk and glanced at the two handsome men accompanying her, complaining to her good friend: "Xiao, Xiao Man, you said that the men here are... are the most handsome, well, its really disappointing."

  "Hey, Little Man, we only stayed to accompany your mother because shes our old customer. Now she says were not handsome enough? What does that mean?" Insulted like this, how could the two male attendants tolerate it?

  Jiǎo Xiǎomàn helplessly pursed her lips: "Sorry about that, shes just like this when shes had too much to drink. Sorry, sorry."

  Seeing good friends and two male servants whispering, Yaos eyes wandered around: "Uh..." Finally fixed on the entrance of the club...

  All of a sudden, a man in a suit walked in slowly, and his appearance immediately attracted the attention of all the female customers in the store.

  Jet-black hair hanging vertically, slanting and majestic sword-like eyebrows, slender and sharp black eyes dotted with enchanting luster, thin and lightly closed lips, clear-cut contours, tall and stately yet not rough physique, like an eagle in the dark night, cold and charming yet overbearing, standing alone and emitting a strong aura of pride.

  Even the several good-looking subordinates who followed closely behind him were so dull and unremarkable under his powerful aura. No! It should be said that all the male attendants in the club became dull compared to his appearance and aura.

  Its him! Yao Yao suddenly stood up and pointed at the man not far away: "You stop right there!"

  As she gasped, the scene seemed to suddenly become quiet, and the two male attendants accompanying her took a glance...

  "No... wont you? Xiaoman, has your friend gone mad? How dare she... dare to provoke that man?"

  "Its normal, hes so handsome, I also want to go and flirt with him." The still clueless Gong Xiaoman was infatuatedly admiring the handsome man not far away.

  "Oh no, Xiaoman you dont know, he is..."

  "Sister, are you calling me?" The mans low voice opened, and his eyes gradually turned to Luo Yaoyaos eyes, releasing a hint of cold charm.

  "Right." Stumbling and staggering, he walked up to him, nodding in approval: "Hmm, not bad, you... your looks are still somewhat like a male servant. Come on, come on, I want you to accompany me." A small hand grasped the mans necktie and roughly pulled him towards her own seat.

  The mans subordinates saw this, and their eyebrows almost stood up. But the man quietly stretched out his hand to signal them not to act rashly, and the subordinates relaxed...

  As soon as the man sat down, the other two male servants hastily stood up, their legs trembling non-stop.

  "Cough." The man let out a light cough and waved his hand. The two male attendants, as if receiving an order, quietly escorted away the infatuated Gong Xiaoman.

  Intoxicated with alcohol, Luo Yao didnt know that her friend was already gone. She picked up the wine glass on the table: "Here, handsome guy, accompany...accompany me to drink..."

  The man sneered, glanced at the cup she handed over, and raised his legs with a pleased expression. This scene was as if she was a female attendant serving wine and he was the guest, generally ridiculous.

  "Hey, handsome, now the guests are asking you to drink, why arent you drinking? Hurry up! Drink!"

  "Hmm?" Listening to her commanding tone, the mans eyes flashed, and he pinched her chin: "Little sister, youre not even of age yet and you come here to cause trouble. Be careful, or youll get burned playing with fire!"

  At this moment, Yang Weis overbearing and sinister expression on his face made the people present feel a sense of inexplicable suffocation. But Yao Yao, who was already deeply infatuated, didnt notice these details.

  "Hey, youre hurting me! Honestly... honestly, Im here to go crazy today, whats it to you?!"

  "Hmm, interesting..." He released his hand and stood up, walking slowly to one of his subordinates and whispered: "Bring her to my room." A hint of darkness flashed in his deep eyes as he quickly disappeared into the first floor hall...