Snow Moon Square.
Second floor.
Zhou Chen, carefree and flamboyant, with his arm wrapped around Sister Hong's plump waist, sat boldly across from the man in white, as if unaware that this was a terrifying expert he had never encountered before.
"Brother, you don't seem like a local. Are you just passing through or doing business?"
Zhou Chen eyed the man in white, flanked by two beauties. His fair, slender hands were quite restless, showing no trace of a strong demeanor.
"Why do you say that?"
The man in white chuckled, signaling the beauty sitting on his leg to pour wine for Zhou Chen.
Qiuxiang gracefully lifted the wine pot and poured wine for Zhou Chen.
"You have an extraordinary aura, clearly not an ordinary person. Although I've only recently arrived in Qinghe City, someone like you must be known!"
Zhou Chen raised his wine glass but didn't drink; he played with it in his hand and continued:
