"Did you guys hear any sounds just now?"
"What sound? You just can't drink anymore and want to bail, right!"
"Bastard, who says I can't drink anymore? All of you together can't outdrink me."
"Stop talking nonsense, come on, keep drinking."
Inside the nightclub, a big group of tattooed, dyed-hair, and bizarrely dressed Yutai Sect members were drinking and gambling in small groups, looking far from being decent people.
The hall was filled with deafening music, and the environment was very noisy, so they had little reaction to the gunfire outside.
Footsteps echoed from the entrance, and after a long corridor, Situang and three others walked into the hall.
"Asiba, who are you? We're not open yet. What are those Mad Dog idiots doing at their post?"
Someone spotted Situang, whose unfamiliar face made them think he was a customer looking for fun at the nightclub.
"Where's your boss?"
