William Cole arrived outside VIP Room 6 and heard voices coming from inside.
"Hahaha, kneel down, all of you kneel down, call me 'Daddy,' and all this money will be yours!"
"Ah!"
"Stop hitting me, wuu wuu wuu, please, I beg you, stop hitting me." Then came the sound of a woman begging for mercy, accompanied by the sound of a whip cutting through the air.
"Ah!"
"Help, stop hitting me!"
The people inside seemed terrified, continuously begging for mercy, with sounds of low sobs.
William Cole frowned and kicked open the door to VIP Room 6, where he saw a man in his early thirties with unsteady steps, dark circles under his eyes, holding a glass filled with Western liquor. As he swung his whip, he took a heavy gulp of the alcohol.
William Cole realized at a glance that the man before him had already been hollowed out by debauchery.
However, William Cole noticed that, although the man's steps were unsteady, he managed to maintain a sliver of clarity.