Goldmoor, Seventh Club, top-tier private room.
In a slightly dim environment, colorful and dazzling lights dotted everywhere.
Women wearing revealing clothes, passionate music...
"Mr. Calderon, how long has it been since you last came..."
"Women! So delicous. It just feels so great holding them in your arms!" He said, then leaned in and kissed each of the beautiful women on their cheeks, his hands also wandering around, causing the women to giggle ambiguously.
“Manuel, only you could bear to send me to that godforsaken place!”
Although angry, still smiling.
Sitting on the genuine leather sofa, Manuel elegantly lifted his wine glass, swaying the dark liquid inside. His deep eyes were lost in thought. And across from him sat his good friend, Raiden Calderon, with whom he had grown up
