A tall woman stepped in, her slender figure cloaked in impenetrable black, exuding an intensity as profound and enigmatic as the endless night behind her.
The night was enough to conceal, yet just as dangerous.
Dong Wei let out a sneer, thinking this woman's scrawny figure was lifelessly dull—what part of her could possibly compare to herself?
With that thought, she puffed out her chest and strode toward the woman.
"Dressed like this and still dare to come to a nightclub? Do you even know the rules?"
The tone carried an air of condescension and disdain.
The woman's nose bridge bore a thin pair of gold-framed glasses, her gaze behind the lenses blurred and indiscernible. Her entire presence radiated a suffocating restraint, perfectly incongruous with the chaotic, intoxicated revelry around her.
She faintly smiled, her voice pristine and chilling, yet melodious, cutting through the loud music to fall crisply into the ears of those present.
"What rules?"