Chapter 138

The moment Li Muhhan pushed the door open, his brow instinctively knitted into a knot. The scene before him was worlds away from the business banquet he had envisioned—if anything, it was the exact opposite. Instead of being bright and spacious, the room was shrouded in a layer of mysterious shadows, with dim, flickering lights that seemed intent on concealing some unspeakable secret. A pungent stench of tobacco permeated the entire space, accompanied by faint murmurs and laughter that made one's blood run cold. In the center of the room, a group of unidentified men sat clustered around an old leather sofa, wearing various masks that concealed their true expressions and left only pairs of cunning eyes flashing with eerie light.