Many people in the bar noticed that at the door of that private room, groups of beautiful women would change in and out, and batches of fine wine were delivered.
Some wanted to take a closer look, but before they could step near, they were turned away by the security at the door.
Ning Fan had no idea that he had already become the guest of honor, or rather, a sucker.
Looking at the woman who had collapsed into a drunken heap, Ning Fan muttered to himself, "This must have worked."
In just two or three hours, he had spent all of the $100,000 he had on hand.
All of it was conned out of him by these women for various reasons.
If the Wild Wolves Gang didn't take the bait with such an obvious mark like Ning Fan, either they truly had a conscience, or they suspected Ning Fan.
Otherwise, why would they let a fat sheep slip by without making a move?
"After watching for so long, could it be they really suspect me?"
