Xin Sui has a feeling of having wandered into a fantasy film set.

She looked around, her eyes glazed over, but she couldn't find Xuan Tu anywhere.

"System, where is he?"

A table in the corner.

Xuan Tu leaned back lazily in his chair, his face hidden in the dim light, his gaze fixed on a middle-aged man in the dance floor.

That middle-aged man was Target Number 2.

Number 2 is rubbing and swaying with a catwoman, releasing his desire to the fullest.

Suddenly, a werewolf in the crowd went berserk, indiscriminately attacking the surrounding guests.

Number 2, fearing for his life, immediately let go of the catwoman in his arms and hid to the side.

The bar owner came out to handle the emergency.

The proprietress wore a leather skirt, her figure was curvaceous and charming, and her walk was particularly alluring.

Number 2 backed up and sat in the empty seat behind him, staring intently at the proprietress.

Would you like some alcohol?

A voice suddenly came from behind.

Number 2 turned around and saw the young man sitting opposite him, somewhat surprised. "You're going to buy me a drink?"

The wine is not cheap; a small glass costs tens of crystal coins, which is definitely not something that ordinary people can afford.

I have no relation to this young man, so why would he invite me for drinks? Could it be that he has too much money to burn?

Xuan Tu didn't respond, but simply poured a glass of wine and pushed it towards him.

No. 2 dared not drink the wine of unknown origin, but smiled heartily.

"Thanks, young man. Come on, it's fate that we met, let's have a bump."

As they clinked glasses, Number 2 and the young man exchanged a glance.