New Year's Eve (3)

Arren sat comfortably on the couch. The room was lit up by flashing lights, and loud music filled the room. He smiled and thought it was truly perfect. 

Of course, he wasn't in some bar or club. He didn't want his plan to completely backfire against him by provoking Spade too much. Arren also wasn't an idiot for jeopardizing his own health and safety more than anyone else. 

Instead, he was in some kind of KTV VIP room; in fact, he rented all the rooms in this establishment for twice the price. As it was also a business that wasn't particularly booming, the owner agreed immediately. Perhaps the owner was also afraid to see all his bodyguards and confirmed his status by these alone. 

Arren was here to mess up with Spade anyway, so the price was negligible. In fact, for someone asking for death, he was truly brave and willing to spend money.