Night.
Rose Nightclub.
Dominic arrived at the entrance of this nightclub for the first time, with an ineffable confidence and disdain on his face, a slight upward curve of his lips, and a cynical look in his eyes. His aura of being ready to crush everything at any moment, as if the whole World was under his control. He looked up at the flashing neon lights of the nightclub, already having a plan in mind, as if everything in front of him was just a realm he could easily conquer.
The two doormen outside exchanged glances, and in tacit understanding, both glanced at Dominic at the same time. Their eyes were full of contempt, as if to say: "This guy is dressed so shabbily, and he actually wants to enter 'Rose'?" This fool just stood at the door for a full ten minutes, looking like he was still struggling with whether or not to go in. They didn't intend to pay attention to him, just treating it as a joke.
Dominic strode forward with unhurried steps towards the entrance of the Rose Nightclub. The neon lights cast dappled light and shadow on his face, and his gaze always carried an arrogant and confident air. Just as he reached the door, the two doormen suddenly extended their hands in unison, blocking his path.
"Yo, buddy, this place isn't for just anyone." One of the doormen revealed a mocking smile, his lips slightly curved upwards, and his eyes showing disdain. He deliberately looked Dominic up and down, his gaze seemed to be provoking, "Look at your attire, it's really... unique! This is a high-end place, not somewhere someone like you can just enter."
The other doorman added with a playful look: "Kid, you can't afford the drinks here, why not go home and have some cola? Oh no, maybe even cola is beyond your budget!"
The two burst into laughter, clearly treating Dominic as a ridiculous outsider, believing that he was completely unworthy of entering a place like "Rose" where elites gathered.
Dominic sneered, not even putting these two guys in his eyes. Why bother with these small fries? He didn't have the time. So, amidst their laughter, he suddenly struck, with lightning speed, throwing out his left and right fists simultaneously, with two "bang, bang" sounds, his fists accurately landing directly on the faces of the two doormen.
The laughter came to an abrupt halt, and before the two could react, they were already sent flying, falling heavily to the ground. They didn't even have time to cry out before they fainted.
"Blocking my way?" Dominic lifted his finger, too lazy to look at the two fallen men again, and disdainfully pushed open the nightclub door, walking straight in.
The interior decoration style of the nightclub formed a sharp contrast with the flashing neon lights outside. The luxurious and psychedelic lighting set off the exquisite decor, and the golden walls shimmered with luxurious light under the light. Red velvet sofas and low-key yet luxurious lighting created a mysterious and alluring atmosphere. The air was filled with a strong smell of perfume, some sweet, some spicy, mixed into a slightly nauseating smell.
"Hmm, it's a bit pungent..." Dominic frowned, muttering to himself. Although it was his first time in such a place, he wouldn't let anyone see his unfamiliarity. After all, he was a Homelander who could smash a wall with one punch and was invulnerable to knives and guns. How could a mere nightclub make him feel uncomfortable?
In the lobby of the nightclub, guests were sitting on sofas in twos and threes, chatting or flirting. The men were wearing various suits, some with expensive ties and custom-made leather shoes, while others casually opened their shirt collars, revealing gold necklaces, looking particularly arrogant. The women were dressed more boldly, wearing low-cut V-neck dresses, backless dresses, and some even pulled their skirts up to their thighs, looking sexy and provocative. They were wearing various high-heeled sandals, their slender ankles looking particularly charming under the light, and the sound of their footsteps "tap-tapping" on the smooth marble floor, combined with the strong perfume on their bodies, exuded an unspoken temptation.
Dominic glanced around, thinking to himself: "These guys probably all think they're social elites, right? Heh, the real plan for today, dealing with these people is just a piece of cake."
He leaned against the bar as if nothing had happened, ordered a glass of whiskey, took a light sip, but his eyes were constantly observing the surroundings. In fact, he was completely uninterested in these pretentious guys. There was only one thought in Dominic's mind: I'm having a dine and dash today!
With his ability, he could smash a wall with a light punch, and a "King Kong-like body" was child's play. As for tonight's goal—besides dining and dashing, Dominic had a bigger plan in mind. He wanted to easily create a "big news" on this territory belonging to the Kingpin that would shake all of New York.
"Hey, who says dine and dash can only be about eating? I'm going to do something more exciting tonight!" Dominic's lips curled into a cynical, bad smile, his eyes full of provocation and disdain.
Just as Dominic was still observing his surroundings, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a woman who had just finished serving a customer. The woman had a graceful figure and exuded a mature and sexy charm in her demeanor, clearly the "madam" of this nightclub. She had just sent away a red-faced, drunken customer, with a professional smile on her face, and then slightly turned to adjust her skirt.
Dominic's lips curved into a playful smile, and he lightly coughed, thinking: "Hmm, I need to get familiar with the environment first." He lightly rubbed his chin with his fingers, his eyes carrying a hint of playfulness.
"It's her." He raised his chin and walked straight towards the "madam."
She was wearing a fitted Chanel black dress, the skirt clinging tightly to her curves, showcasing her exquisite figure to the fullest. The V-neck design of the dress just revealed her smooth collarbone and a part of her fair chest, showing a hint of boldness and sexiness in its low-keyness. On her feet were a pair of black high-heeled sandals from Christian Louboutin, with slender, long heels that made a crisp sound with her light steps. The thin straps on the sandals just outlined her long ankles.
On her earlobes were a pair of Cartier Rose gold hoop earrings, slightly shimmering under the light, swaying gently with her movements. On her wrist was a Rolex diamond watch, the gold dial shining brightly under the luxurious lighting, highlighting her remarkable status and taste.
This woman was clearly not an ordinary waitress. Her aura was even stronger than many of the guests in the nightclub. Although her smile was charming, it exuded an innate sense of control, making it clear at a glance that she was the undisputed "queen" of this place.