For these men and women, a slight buzz clearly wouldn't be the end of their night of pleasure—a nearby Seks Express Hotel was their destination.
Jiang Shu sipped his somewhat hot coffee in small gulps, as in his past life, he had a habit of not liking cold drinks; even in hot weather, he would generally only drink room-temperature beverages.
In the past few months, under his half-forced, half-enticed persuasion, Sister Ru had also successfully quit cold drinks, although the people of Lonely City generally believed that eating cold things represented health.
Jiang Shu gently bit his lip, stimulating his somewhat drowsy brain due to the night and glanced at the time.
It was already eleven o'clock. Lonely City's long night life had just cracked open a fissure, and at this time, it was also when the Mechanical Disciples would show their weakness.
