There are no high-interest loan collectors and no killing and violence here.
In the large private room of more than 100 square meters, there were over ten men and women. The women were all wearing revealing clothes and served drinks and flirted with the men. In addition to the numerous alcohol bottles on the tea table, there was also a dish of white powdery substance.
Enna Clark's face suddenly turned pale.
Even if she was clueless, she could still guess what that dish of white powder was.
She turned to leave.
However, the man who held her wouldn't let her go. He blocked her way in front of the door and stretched out his hand with ill intention, touching Enna's face. "Yo, little sister, where do you want to go right after coming in?"
Enna wished she could chop off his hand, but knowing she was vulnerable in this situation, she knew resistance would be futile. Two fists were no match for four hands, let alone there were more than ten people here.