Huff—
Xu Hao abruptly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.
He gasped for breath, still in shock, and looked around the room.
A familiar room, familiar furnishings, even the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the nightstand was still in its place.
This was the VIP lounge of the Midnight Forest Bar.
A dull bass sound came from downstairs, pounding on the floor and making the entire room vibrate slightly.
Accompanied by the muffled cheers of a crowd, it indicated that the world outside was still reveling.
"It's a dream..."
He mumbled to himself, his heart pounding in his chest.
That nightmare was too real.
Pain, fear, despair... each sensation was still etched into his nerves.
Xu Hao instinctively touched his shoulder, where the muscles were firm and smooth with no wounds.
Then he touched his neck, but there were no marks from a syringe.
