Leon's words hit the nail on the head. Rogier forced a smile and said, "I'm just kidding. Mr. Goss is not like that." As they spoke, they passed through the long corridor and arrived at the interior of Hell.
The bar was divided into two parts. One was a very lively nightclub, and the other was a relatively quiet place.
Normally, Mr. Goss would rest in a quiet private box.
He had his own box, tailor-made and very comfortable.
"Excuse me, is Mr. Goss in his box now?" Rogier saw a security guard and asked him politely.
"Yes." The security guard replied briefly.
Most of those who were able to enter the bar had the pass given by Mr. Goss in person, so there wouldn't be any trouble.
"Let's go to the top floor."
Rogier said loudly to Leon and Prasarn.
The noise in the club was too loud, and the music was deafening, so he had to shout out loud.
Prasarn stared at the dance floor in the nightclub.
"Shit! It's so exciting!"
He screamed.