Splendid Golden Pavilion Club.
Three years ago, Yunwei Group invested eighty million to establish this high-end private venue.
Counting the basement, it only had seven floors; from the outside, it seemed no different from any other building.
However!
Inside was an entirely different world!
Not only were there underground boxing rings and transactions of money and flesh, but also all kinds and varieties of gambling dens.
Initially, it was after a few visits to the Splendid Golden Pavilion, lured by friends, that Xiong Lu fell into its trap.
Second level of the basement.
The hood over Mo Han's head was removed, and as he lifted his eyes, he noticed a ring in the center bounded by rubber straps and rope.
On the ring, four bloodied men were kneeling, weeping bitterly, seemingly begging for something.
Opposite them sat a man wrapped in bandages and a heavily made-up woman.
"Damn it, no money? If you have no money, pay with your wives and daughters!"
This voice?