The brilliant neon lights rendered the coastal metropolis of Yang City vibrant and colorful.
Wang Feng had just parked his car in front of a high-end bathhouse when an enthusiastic security guard came up to help with the door. He casually tossed the car keys to the guard, slipped him a few hundred in tips, and then led Sun Zhe up the light-strip-adorned steps with a grin plastered across his face.
A group of young women in stockings, high heels, and short skirts stood neatly on both sides of the steps. Upon seeing Sun Zhe, they bowed and greeted him almost in unison, like a well-rehearsed performance.
"Good evening, President Sun!"
"We wish you a pleasant time tonight, President Sun!"
Startled, Sun Zhe shot a questioning look at Wang Feng.
