Bab 529: A Foot in Enemy's Grounds

The lively sound was deafening as hot bodies grinded and rammed against each other from time to time.

The DJ changed the music from rock to upbeat, garnering another loud cheer from the crowd.

The artist from IHZHI looked around. His clothes were too formal for this wild party. Fortunately, the psychedelic lights were all over and no one noticed how out of place he looked.

The artist was trying to look for a certain man under the flashing club lights.

He had messaged the man whom he had met in yesterday's party that he already arrived at the venue. But the man had not replied yet. He was about to call the man when he heard someone calling his name, rather, his alias.

"Hey! I finally found you!"

An arm stretched and hooked his neck. It was the man from yesterday.