Jiang Shu followed the group through a side door and, after turning a corner, found himself in a somewhat dim corridor.
The trailer was no longer in his line of sight; only the sound of small wheels rolling on the ground echoed in the depths of the corridor.
There was a slightly ajar door in the corridor, through which colorful lights and the faint but rhythmic sound of bar music spilled out.
Clearly, beyond this door was the bar's main hall, and this corridor...
Following Jiang Shu's gaze, the corridor was littered with faceless individuals—beautiful women passed out drunk, delirious guys drifting in bliss, and a man and woman clutching each other against the wall, furiously making out.
Jiang Shu walked silently past them, unable to resist looking back at the couple as he passed.
Mainly because they were quite loud, like a water pump.
