"What is this?" As soon as they entered the VIP hall, Miao Ying pouted and complained to Xiao hang,"I can't believe you're so good at gathering information. I came here in an evening dress. This place is almost like a bathhouse, let alone a cafeteria."
"This ... This ..." Looking at the tattooed man, Xiao hang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and explained gloomily,"special circumstances, it should be special circumstances! From the information we have, not to mention evening dresses, there are even people wearing trendy fashion! But how ... I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it ..."
As far as the eye could see, there were at least four large tables of guests in the large VIP hall. All of them were men with bare arms and tattoos.
They were either smoking, drinking, or cursing, turning the hall into a foul mess. How could it still look like a VIP dining hall?