At the entrance of the resplendent nightclub, an Asian man in a suit stepped out of a luxury car, flanked by a group of underlings. As soon as he appeared, one of the henchmen at the entrance approached:
"Welcome, Mr. Huang, but please leave your weapons here for inspection."
"I know the rules." The man referred to as Mr. Huang smiled as he pulled out two pistols, placing them on the tray, then spread his arms, allowing the metal detector to sweep over him. Although his underlings were dissatisfied, they still took out their weapons and laid them down.
After passing through security, Mr. Huang, led by a waiter, entered a private room. This large suite, which was meant for entertainment, hosted only four people seated around a round table.
Seeing Mr. Huang approach, a tall, tattoo-covered blond Caucasian glanced at his watch, then remarked in a somewhat sarcastic tone, "Yo, Mr. Huang, you're really 'punctual,' huh!"
