Chapter 115: Admit Your Mistakes and Stand Straight When Being Punished

The massive speakers, like monsters, belched out endless soundwaves, and the bass drum beats thumped deeply and powerfully, as if they were the pulse of the earth itself.

Each beat seemed to stir up an invisible wave in the center of the dance floor.

In the midst of this liveliness and clamor,

a group of three people, with unchanged expression, moved through the corridor toward a certain private room.

The man leading was middle-aged with streaks of gray in his hair, maintaining a short and neat hairstyle that revealed a low-key practicality borne of weathering many storms.

The two bodyguards behind him sported tidy buzz cuts and appeared especially robust with wide shoulders and thick backs, like two moving Iron Towers.

Before long,

the two bodyguards stopped at the door of the private room.

The middle-aged man pushed the door open and walked straight in.

The door, with excellent soundproofing, had just closed when