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In broad daylight, still in the morning.
When Yang Jian walked into the closed bar, he was immediately struck by the deafening music blasting inside, making his scalp tingle.
He frowned deeply, casting a glance around, seeing nothing but excited young men and women, all of whom seemed to be endlessly energetic as they vented their surplus energy amidst the music.
"I thought the place would be deserted after it closed down, but there are far more people here than I expected. Is this some kind of cover-up?" Yang Jian thought to himself.
"But where could Zhang Jian be now?"
He made his way through the crowd, looking for the location of his target while those around him didn't even realize someone was moving through their midst in a nearly illogical fashion.
At that moment.
In a luxurious private room.
A man in his thirties, pale and bloated, was smoking and playing cards with a group of young men and women.
They were playing the simplest of games—Fight the Landlord.