Capital City.
Bar.
Yaen Chi was drinking heavily, the dazzling lights and heavy metal music in the dance floor giving him a headache.
He simply took off his jacket and jumped into the dance floor.
Soon, a few pretty young girls came up to him.
Yaen Chi smirked, but as they got closer, he retreated from the dance floor.
Back at the booth, he grabbed his jacket, "I'm off."
A few friends nearby stood up, "Brother Chi, it's still early, leaving already?"
"Did someone upset you while you were dancing?"
"No, I'm just mature enough to not play those young tricks anymore."
He picked up a glass of wine and drank it all in one go, "I've paid the bill, enjoy your time."
"Brother Chi, you're so generous!"
"Brother Chi, should I see you off?"
Yaen Chi sneered: "Don't you see how drunk you are? Haven't seen me for years and you're still playing polite? Just sit, I won't get lost."
He threw his suit over his shoulder, ignoring whatever his friends were saying.
