Inside the Jingyang Nightclub, the once lively and bustling atmosphere turned heavy and tense after Tang Hao's rampage. Lights flickered in the dim corners, illuminating smashed bottles and shattered tables and chairs.
The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and violence, making everyone present feel somewhat uneasy.
Tang Hao stood in the center of the hall, his gaze cold and resolute, like an unshakeable mountain.
Chapter 114