The situation was much the same in the alleys lined with luxury room salons. Drunkards wandered everywhere like zombies.

As soon as a man with a red-tipped nose saw the sedan parked on the roadside, his eyes lit up and he rushed toward it.

"Damn! This is a Phantom. Wow... I'm so freaking jealous. How much money do you need to drive something like this?"

The Rolls-Royce sedan, boasting a classic and dignified charm, had a sleek luster that reflected one's face on the body. Even considering it was a dark night, the windows were so black that the interior was invisible. Perhaps that's why the man stuck to it even more boldly to look at the car.

Get your shitty face out of here.

The man sitting in the driver's seat was a thug by any definition. He was dressed smartly in a black suit, but the tattoos covering his neck were colorful and vivid. Above all, his expression was incredibly menacing. A mere ordinary citizen, the office worker let out a squeal as soon as he saw the thug. His flushed complexion turned pale in an instant as if he had sobered up immediately. The man waved his thick left hand as if shooing away a fly. Watching the office worker run away with his tail between his legs, he rolled the window back up. In the quiet car once again, the man glanced toward the rearview mirror. In contrast to his menacing look, he was busy constantly checking the mood of the person in the back seat.