Santiago and Thomson, who had not been seen for a long time, were together. There were many women around them, and the atmosphere in the venue was filled with unspeakable things. The men and women inside danced and moved their bodies as if they wanted to get rid of everything within them.
"Young Master Yu, this is a toast to you." Thomson was obviously drunk. He had promised his father to investigate the matter, but he had come to such a place in the blink of an eye. This was clearly a trap.
"Haha, Mr. Long, it seems that we haven't seen each other for a century. Come, let's drink, play, and be happy." Santiago had also been depressed recently. He had been grounded by his family for a long time. Although he was free now, he couldn't be as arrogant as before.