The town of Mogan under the night sky gradually quieted down, pedestrians on the roads became fewer and fewer, and many shops had already closed their doors, while restaurants began to shut down. However, the town's largest and most high-end nightclub was still brightly lit, with an increasing flow of people. Luo Zheng hid in a dark corner of the street, coldly observing the entrance of the nightclub, his icy gaze in the night steadfast and calm, like a ghost lying in wait.
Security at the entrance of the nightclub had doubled, and the number of arriving vehicles had also increased twofold, parked haphazardly around, even on the roadside. People of all sorts descended from the cars, but they all appeared to be dressed like locals. The security staff were very serious; everyone was checked, and sneaking in seemed not an easy feat.