Midnight is the busiest time for nightclubs.
However, tonight the Stardust Nightclub is uncharacteristically deserted.
Only a few guests occasionally come in and out, the usual lively scene has completely disappeared.
Hearing the report from his subordinates, Jack felt very pleased, and a sly smile appeared on his face.
"You little punk, play with me, and I'll play you to death."
Just as Jack was feeling smug, one of his men, Monkey, suddenly ran in.
With an excited expression on his face, Monkey said to Jack: "Boss, I got some very important intel."
"What intel?" Jack was momentarily stunned.
Monkey, full of excitement, said: "I just got information that at the Stardust Nightclub, there's a group of young people planning to throw a party."
"Get lost, throwing some lousy party, what kind of intel is that?" Jack said, frustrated.
A smile appeared on Monkey's face: "Boss, this isn't just any ordinary party."
