Having arrived at the VIP guest room, the private booth of the villa, neon lights twinkled and the decoration style resembled that of a KTV, complete with electronic keyboards and drum sets among other instruments.
Finding a spot to place their gear, Sieg put on airs like that of a professional team, donning sunglasses, standing in a corner with his arms folded in front of him, not uttering a single word.
Allen Zhang sat down on the sofa, while Rip took out a bottle of Black Spade A from the liquor cabinet, cracked it open, and poured a few glasses for everyone. Judging by the external packaging, it wasn't the kind of adulterated cheap booze you'd find in a low-end bar. Although it wasn't the premium Black Spade A, the empty bottle alone was worth 200 US Dollars.
"Buddy, let's give a warm welcome to your arrival. Let's down this drink first and then talk business on how to screw over those Black Devils!"
