Helicopter Bar.
Clutching a glass of wine in his hand, Ruan Ze was being seduced by a sexy Russian woman to the rhythm of pulsating music.
Ruan Ze's eyes were fixed on the Russian woman's cleavage. When the show reached an exciting part, he grabbed the glass and gulped down the drink inside.
After finishing his drink, Ruan Ze threw the glass aside and grabbed the Russian woman.
The Russian woman responded passionately to his advances. Ruan Ze was hooked, his lust aflame. His hand delved into her clothes, voraciously stroking.
Bang... At that moment, the living room door was kicked open forcefully.
The sudden noise startled Ruan Ze. Whether from fear or dysfunction, he felt his crotch grow wet.
Subsequently, two figures were thrown inside. They were none other than Ruan Ze's muscle-bound bodyguards, but now with slit throats, dead beyond any doubt.
In panic, Ruan Ze pulled out a handgun. Even the usually composed and shrewd man began to tremble as he held the gun.