The moment Liam parked in front of the casino house, the bright lights washed over the glossy black exterior of the Range Rover.
Macau's version of evening was almost indistinguishable from midnight. It's like a living organism of neon, noise, luxury and human greed.
Liam stepped out of the car, locked it with a soft beep, and slipped the key into his pocket.
Two guards saw him approaching and exchanged a quick glance, as recognition flashed in their eyes immediately. They stepped aside and pushed the door open for him with extra respect, almost too quickly. It was like they had rehearsed it.
Liam smiled and thanked them casually before walking inside.
The casino house's interior was unsurprisingly alive.
Even though the sky had barely darkened, the casino floor was already packed. People filled every corner: some laughing, some cursing under their breath, some whispering intently over cards, and some staring at their slowly dying stacks of chips.
