Chapter 145: The Oblivious Lin Hua

At one in the morning, within a high-class neighborhood, two figures appeared like apparitions, completely undetectable in their silence—not even the security cameras could capture their movements, let alone their shapes or faces.

If the on-duty security guard had discovered them, he probably would have screamed in terror, believing he had seen ghosts. For in the camera footage, there was nothing but two blobs of darkness.

Lin Hua had just returned from Club Number Eight, a place akin to heaven on earth. Here, as long as you had money, you could do as you pleased and obtain anything you desired.

Somewhat intoxicated, Lin Hua entered his house and collapsed directly onto the sofa, his eyes bleary.

"Mmm, not bad, really not bad, that skin, tsk tsk, so white," Lin Hua murmured with a smirk and a chuckle.

Club Number Eight was undoubtedly one of the top-graded clubs. It attracted not only the wealthy scions but also the nouveau riche from the surrounding areas.